In his tent, Grayson laid down–arms sprawled in what little space he had–silently thinking about Drake, eyes closed. Not too long ago, Mia had been giving him the jist of the situation until they heard a slight mumbling in Drake's tent. It's been a while  since she's left the tent to check on him and worry had started to creep up in his mind.

What if something happened? What if someone had snuck into the camp? What if they needed his help? What if-

The sound of his tent being opened made Grayson jump, eyes now wide open.
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"Grayson.." A very familiar voice spoke, soft and delicate, causing him to sit up abruptly and look around.

There he is, standing in front of the tent's entrance, mouth agape and eyes starting to tear up.

"Drake!!" Grayson exclaims, attempting to stand up and give his friend a big hug. Not even a second later he drops back down on his butt, hissing as his bandaged leg throbbed in pain.

"Whoa! Ok, wait- sit down!" Drake says hastily, helping Grayson sit comfortably and propping his injured leg on his lap. "This might sting a little, but it'll at least heal most of the wound."

Closing his eyes, the mage begins chanting, purple mist flowing from his fingers once again. Grayson just watches in awe, keeping quiet as to not disturb him. After a while, Drake opens his eyes again and takes his hands off his leg.

"There, it should be healed, but it'll still ache a bit." He says, pushing the leg away from his lap, looking up at him.
"Heh, thanks Drake." Grayson replies, smiling.
The two just stare at each other; Drake in disbelief, Grayson in relief.

Drake blinks, then coughs into his hand. "So, um-"

Without missing a beat, Grayson launches himself onto Drake, wrapping his arms around him.
This also causes him to get knocked over so now they're lying down on cold grass.

"GRAYSON WHY?" Drake yells, laughing.
His ribs were aching again, but the silliness of his friend was enough to make him ignore it.
"YOU WERE MAKING THINGS AWKWARD SO I PANICKED." Grayson yells back, laughing along with him.

The two look at each other again and burst out laughing. Though the greeting was weird, inside they're just glad to have each other back after such a terrible experience in Hell.

"Oh! Hey guys..?" The tent entrance shifted again, Mia's head popping in.
"Was I, uh, disturbing something?" She asks with a slight smirk.
"Haha, nah don't worry Mia. We're just very happy to see eachother again." Drake replies, sitting up and wiping the tears from his eyes.

Grayson unlatched from Drake and raised an eyebrow, seeing that the elf noticed what she was implying was wrong. Unlike Drake, who either let that implication pass or is just kinda dense despite being smart, he knew what Mia meant.

"Ah, that's understandable! If that's the case, I'll just check in on my other patient." She tells the two, glacing at Grayson once and nudging her head at Drake subtly. Then she closes the tent and goes off to the third tent, leaving the two alone once again.
'What the heck Mia, we're just friends. Heh, girls sometimes.' Grayson thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

Drake turns back to look at the ex-commander. "Now that that's over with, I assume you have questions about what happened to me after your- uh...'death'." He says, making quotation marks with his fingers when saying the word "death".

Grayson nods earnestly, really wanting to know what things the hybrid experienced. "Yes, please fill me in."
He sighs, fixing his position so that he's crossing his legs, Grayson does the same. "Alright, here goes nothing..."
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Drake tells Grayson everything. From the Dark Tower collapsing, to the red eyes, and to the mysterious savior that lulled him to sleep. With each word, Grayson listened more and more attentively, eyes showing hints of the many emotions he felt hearing about what happened to his friend. Sometimes Drake could see these flashes of emotion; worry, surprise, anger, curiousity. If he was being honest, the small emotions in Grayson's eyes amused him.

"And after that, I just woke up in the tent Mia put me in. Which leads right back to here, the present." Drake says, finishing his story.

"Hold up," Grayson replies, holding a hand up to pause Drake from talking. "You said you saw a silhouette falling with you when the tower collapsed right?"
"Uh, yeah? I'm pretty sure that was Armen-" Then the realization smacks Drake in the face.

The two look at each other, wide-eyed. "WHERE IS ARMEN?!" They both yelled in unison.

Almost in cue, a high-pitched scream rang from the outside, shaking up the two heroes.
"WHOA OK-" Drake exclaims, steadying himself from falling into the cold grass again.
"Dude, get your magic ready! I think that was Mia!!" Grayson says worriedly, getting up and ignoring the pain on his leg, rushing over to his bag and taking out a sword.

Once the two prepare their weapons, they quickly rush out of their tent and look around.
"There!" Drake points out a third tent, farther from the others. "That's the only tent that doesn't have a torch in it!"

"Got it!" They both run to the darker tent and stop at the entrance. "Okay, on the count of three, i'll open the entrance and you enter first, ok?"
The mage nods, readying a blue-ish spark in his hands, a flame ready to be shot. "Ok."

"One." Grayson gingerly holds the ends of the curtain, trying to make as little movement as possible.

"Two." The flame in Drake's hand gets bigger as the smoke residing from it seeps with powerful energy.

"THREE!"