Chapter 2: The Warriors of Light
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	Lorrithan was well pleased with her task.  It gave her an opportunity
to examine her foes, as well as prove her loyalty to the Master.  She was glad
that he would trust her for this, considering who she was.  It was ironic that
his most loyal subject was of the light.  The restrictions imposed upon her,
while difficult and tiring, could be worked around with an effort, and it
was definitely worth the rewards.  The Darkness gave out its powers to anyone
who asks; the Light made you work for it.
	And so she set out to observe the ancient warriors who had recently
appeared, despite the obstacle of time.  They had just been served defeat at
the hands of Edgar, and now were attempting to find help.  Lorrithan saw the
perfect opportunity to observe them first hand.  While she could lip-read to a
small extent, it was easier to take her physical form, slow that speech may be.
An encounter along the road might do...  She would probably be slightly
uncomfortable around Golbez, who was a powerful warrior of the Darkness.  It
might work to her advantage, though, because the more they associated her with
the light, the more likely they were to trust her.  She would be yet another
warrior of light to add to their ranks, and would be a serpent in their midst.
The thought made her shiver with delight.  Now she just needed a name...
Veradel would do.
	And so she prepared herself, and took her physical form.  If only she
didn't feel so slow like this.  She sincerely hoped she did not become overly
bored.  Even like this, she had to make a great effort to move at a normal
speed.  If she became too distracted, she would likely forget and zip around.
And so she placed herself where the warriors of light would run into her, a
tall, regal woman with silvery white hair and a white dress.
	As she waited, she decided to create something.  Kharazz took great
pleasure in destroying things outright, but there were so many other ways to
have fun.  She cupped her hand, and within an instant a beautiful butterfly
formed, white with pastel blue and purple spots.  She smiled, for not only was
it deadly poisonous, it was not brightly colored, so the birds would not be
able to tell that it was poisonous until it was too late.