Vetani sighed, watching Dragonlord carry off the gems. She knew they had more purpose than to resurrect Trigon. There had to be something more.
As she returned back to the tower, onto the roof (with the help of one of her thicker vines), she couldn't help but think about that man that she had fought back there. He targeted her. And for some reason, it seemed like they knew each other.
What did he mean by 'You were always the fiesty one'? How could he know? I don't even know him! Or..do I?
She sat on the roof of the Tower, swinging her legs to and fro along the roof's edge. Boredom got the best of her, it seems. Or she was in deep contemplation. She began twirling a blood-red rose in her hand, as if it were a top.