From nearby, I heard the armor-clad paladin's speech.
"So, he hates imps. That would mean me. <gulp>" I thought, "I'd better stay hidden until I can sort things out."
As I floated (invisible) high above the group, I could see the castle near a river less than three kilometers away. It looked peaceful and welcoming from this distance, but I knew better. Those Wanted Posters dispelled that illusion.
So I turned my nose into the wind and followed my instincts. Something deep inside told me that, if I followed my nose, I'd find my way to the realm of imps. I will make it my personal quest to find the imps who attacked the paladin's family and make them answer for it. ... Even if it was the last thing I ever did.
It wasn't long before I had put more than a dozen kilometers between me and the group, but I stayed invisible (just in case predators or bounty hunters spied me flying past). <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />
