"Long live Lord Avery! Long live the Storm!" ~ "What are you trying to do?" the blonde asked, crossing his arms over his chest and moving into Avery's line of sight. "I want to right some wrongs and have a little fun, eh?" "You want to find her?" "Yes." "And bring her back?" "Ideally, yes." Dale shuffled about for a minute before answering with one final question. "And if the lady does not wish it?" Avery smiled a wry smile. "So be it. Either way, she will be my undoing, I can promise you that. Be good, old chap. When I get back, I expect a happy glow spread all around this country. Can you do that for me?"