Once again, the lion found himself at the border of the Dark Dynasty. Three times in the past, conversations had begun to discuss the possibility of an alliance, but each time, they had gone nowhere. The conversation tapered off, and no decision was made. So, once again, Gabriel was here. He sat himself down at the border, allowing himself some time to rest as he awaited the arrival of anyone he could speak to in order to request the presence of a leader. He believed they had two now if he wasn't mistaken; perhaps he would receive an answer this time around. At this point, he even preferred a denial, if it meant that he didn't expect an answer that never came.