*In Degannwy, the onyx skinned Drow elf known by many as Thraxys, takes a break from his training with the sword and blade dance to read the notice. He tilts his head, strokes his smooth chin and remebers when he tried much the same. He looks back to Lorelli and then again to the notice.*
"Will this be allowed? Will the powers of Degannwy permit such unity?"
*with a shrug, he returns to his training, but in the back of his mind, thoughts of unity remain.*