Draynor Village (Outside of Neds House), Kingdom of Misthalin - The Fifth Age
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Morgan sighed nervously. "It's already dark, they need to hurry up."
Ned calmed him down. "Don't worry, I trust our new friends...Have a little faith."
Morgan nodded.
Draynor Village (Inside Draynor Manor), Kingdom of Misthalin - The Fifth Age
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Clarke helped Annabelle up but quickly turned around as he heard the coffin lid break and a vampire slowly step out.
He cracked every bone in his body slowly as they shifted and shifted back. "Ahhh...That's much better..." He smirked towards Clarke and chuckled. "What do you think you are doing?"...The vampire asked.
"Taking this girl back home." Clarke replied.
"Not so fast, that can't be the only reason you are here...I can sense you're The World Guardian aren't you? Yes I know it to be true. I know you've come here to kill me...Rid me of this world. I want to ask, what is your name?"
"Clarke Henry. Yours?"
"Count Draynor."
"Wait, so you're the founder of this village?" Clarke asked him.
Draynor chuckled and shook his head. "Don't be stubborn, like I would ever claim a place like this. I only like the manor. Back during the war between Misthalin and Morytania I was exiled by my bastard of a brother Lord Draken, I was banished from House Draken and forced to flee here to this small village during the third age. I had no choice...So guardian, I ask of you that if you do kill me I want you to do one small favor for me..."
"And what's that?"
"Kill my brother Lord Draken. It's the least you could do right? He deserves it anyway." Draynor said.
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