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The baby squealed with joy as he saw Gaeten yelp. Gaeten himself wasn't to impressed, and picked the baby up, carrying him to the Archmage. "So, the babe has fire blood. Isn't that just bloody fantastic" The baby grunts in agreement, and Gaeten looks at him "you don't shut up do you?" The babe snorts and closes it's eyes.Gaeten sighs "about time". After a bit Gaeten makes it to the archmage. "Here's your child my lord" Laying the basket on the ground, he turns to leave. "Remember your place Master Enchanter, and do not think I cannot listen to you" The archmage called to him. Gaeten stiffened and muttered "Yes my lord" leaving the room in haste, Gaeten left the Archmage with the little baby boy, Rathashan.
Duranin stared at the boy with stormy grey, just as Rathashan stared at him with his large, curious brass ones. "Now why are you here?" Rathashan squealed, looking quite upset in the presance of the grumpy looking archmage. And as the first tear of the baby touched the floor, the room burst into flames.
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