In Alerar, on the boarders between Alerar and Raiaera there was a small city.

Nestled alongside a mountain range it housed the rage and intellect strategic of one of the Lesser Thayne, of which there were thousands all together plotting and scheming on Althanas. There were about one hundred cultists living there following the will of that particular Thayne. The Lesser Thayne was an entity named Cool.

In his youth, Nosdyn once encountered followers of Cool. They were a devious lot and extremely tactical. Nosdyn wore his great cloak and kept his masked wrapped around his face. He had his people with him. Thanks to Lady Y'Edda's information he knew where they had to go. Nosdyn could not afford a national crisis. He stood next to his wife. His eyes were narrowed into thin slits as he looks to the guards of the temple and he nods. "I seek audience with your Lord Cool." Nosdyn declared.

There were hushed whispers from the gathered and movement soon after. Lord Cool soon arrives...