Azid sit in the deep cavern meditating, as he had been doing almost constantly for the past several years. He had come up to the mountains after slaying a group of knights that had fallen upon his clan years ago. Azid did not like to hurt people, and he did not want to fight anymore, but he knew in his heart that he would have to fight again soon. As he sat in silence, contemplating the meaning of life, he heard a noise beside him. He turned to look, and he saw his sword seem to lift up on its own accord, and it flew across the cavern to hover right in fron of his face. As he watched, the sword burt into flame, and grew longer, becoming Silvrenaur, the Fireblade, sword of the Red Dragoon Knight. A voice seemed to eminate from the center of the blade, and spoke directly into Azids head. "The time of unification is nigh. It is time for the Dragoons to ride again, to the aid of justice and righteousness. Go now west to Mount Ispul, and prepare yourself for the coming trials..." As the voice died away, a small jet of flame shot itself away from the pommel of the sword, and flew west towards Mount Ispul. The flame surrounding the sword died away, and Azids normal sword clattered to the ground unremarkably. His old tattered cloths had seemingly been replaiced by a new, firey red gi and sash. Azid felt remarkably calm, and ready for the coming events as he got up and headed into the west...