Travian

Travian

We are all piled in Grayston’s office, staring at the computer. This is the only way that all of us could meet since more storms blew in a week ago. I came down here earlier after I was told about Drazian. I called Grayston and told him I was on the way and to make sure that everyone would be available so I could tell them what I had learned.

“Ok, what is going on?” Atlantico asked.

“Drazian has disappeared and when I say that he is gone I mean most of his clan. Three days ago there was a break in the storms. From what my spies told me once they were able to get eyes back on his clan they noticed that it was eerily quiet. That is because most of them are gone. His clan numbered about 300 now only 100 remain. What some of the members that stayed behind told y spies was that some guy came to the clan a week or two ago and after that, they were told that they would be moving. The few that were left didn’t want to move.” I explain.

“Who was this mysterious visitor?”