The Brilhado turned to the necromancer with a smile. "So you see, Drakath's fall is not a concern. On the contrary, the Fire Orb is even now being ferried back to Akriloth and our purposes are served again. Your fellow is even now working his magic on the fallen dark dragon. Which renders an even more useful creature...." "Pawns shift in preparation." "As well they should..." "They will not come together in time?" "What of Lorithia's servant in Deren... That particular Drakel may cause trouble for us yet..." "Lord Tralin won't survive long enough to offer us that kind of resistance..."