(Well if anyone still cares for the story)
Geardrian rode from sun up to sun up day by day like his horse was driven by a magical force. He finall arrived after a month and a half of riding to a temple with large pillars in front of it. On top of the pillars were statues of kings from Hyland and Grandrian. An old man walked down the many stairs to greet Geardrian. He to was old but wore white and his beard was more smooth and said in a deep but chamring voice, 'what brings you hear Geardrian the Wise?'
'Saigfred for long I have rode to Ethian and at last I can speak with you' Geardrian said dismounting his horse, 'Serrago's forces are preparing to strike. Dai-ork, Belf, and Arge now comes to his doorstep just as I predicted.'
'It seems so my dear friend' Saigfred said standing in front of Geardrian, 'but Serrago makes a trusted ally. A better ally then that of Hyland or Gandrian.'
'Why do you say these things Saigfred?' questioned Geardrian.
'The strong will survive and the weak will fall' Saigfred said.
'I shall not be drawn into your sickness Saigfred. You are a fool to trust Serrago for he is evil beyond any other'
'If you shall not join me my old friend then you shall not return to assist in this war' Saigfred said as Dai-orks emerged and surrounded Geardrian, 'lock him in the prison. We have work to do.'