A Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon paced nervously about his office. He muttered to himself as his tail dragged along the floor, leaving a wear trail. Clearly he had been doing this for a while. There was mounting concern on his face, as he continued his paceing. A comlink sat on his desk, active. He was waiting for a call from someone. Sure enough, a call came to him, but not the call that he expected. - - - - - -Kilanika, Tepagastra The female Dragon looked around the square, flashing her beautiful purple dress and robes. She muttered, "Where are you, Father?! You told me to meet you here."