As Draiden returns to Moruliima, he is surprised to find the rebuilding has come along so quickly and the city is so full as Goth Banith has pulled together the tribes. Draiden has not been to the city since they teamed with the humans to bring down the threat of the Jovians. He is eager to tell Banith of the news he has gathered from Dunland, the elf Taylianna, North, and this group from Dragonspire known as the Talons.
Though he was tired and weary when he got to the city he knew if he didn’t seek a council with Banith, the Goth would be unhappy. Just before they get to the Keep Draiden turns to North,
“I will need your weapons you cannot go before the Goth armed.”
"Just hope the Goth is in a pleasant mood when you go before him or you may meet the same fate and I find you entertaining for a human."
When Draiden and North get to the keep the guards step aside and allow them to pass, though he does not recognize these guards he can tell they know of him and recognize the open slash on his face he bares proudly with a fresh trickle of blood running off it. As soon as he is inside the gates, he motions to a goblin who looks as though he may be a runner. “Tell the Goth that Draiden has returned with news of Dunland and Dragonspire. And be quick about it, I am eager to eat and rest.” The goblin gives the dark orc a nod and speeds off quickly. Draiden continues toward the direction the goblin went fully expecting to run into him on his way to the throne or map room.
A strange morning mist was hanging in the courtyard as they walked for the steps. North swore he could hear the ocean. When he stepped out of the mist the castle was gone, Draiden was gone. The orcs behind him...gone. Then it all rushed in. The palms, the smell of the sea, the seagulls singing. He was home...