Nosdyn felt out of place...

He was in a place of human and banded races that had defeated his ancestors so long ago. He needed an anchor. His friend, High Priest Crux had other business to take care of for a while. So he parted ways with them for a bit. Nosdyn looked about and saw a few of the familiar promenade drunkards and riff raff. However one particular face prompted a swelling of memories from the past.

A life time ago he once met the old wizard Storm Veritas...

That was a life time ago and Nosdyn noticed how the old man had aged. He smirked. Nosdyn had aged himself he was no longer the green mercenary that Storm Veritas once met. He was a demon lord with his own house at that point. He rubbed his long and thick beard for a long moment and approached Storm's place of seating.

"Old friend..." Nosdyn wasn't sure if he could call Storm a friend he didn't know all of the human traditions and customs.

Nosdyn knew he'd changed and was no longer so war like. He'd become more of a strategic and tactical warrior.

He nodded for a moment. It admittedly felt good to see Storm alive and well. Relics from the past. Nosdyn had a lot of questions and perhaps his old friend could help answer many of them. He sat down next to Storm, admittedly without permission, but he knew the occasion was one of celebration insofar as the humans did it. He was always good for a party anyway.

"Storm..." Nosdyn began. "It is good to see you well." The grizzled old warrior said calmly.