The Half-Sil-Norai and the Velsign would arrive in Cisperant, only to discover that there was much of the Northern Marches to investigate. It was a big place ruled by the first Sil'Norai Montese in history, known as Lierel Lorraine. She had kept these lands in shape, but yet it appears that a Veir has had his hand in forcing these raiders to pillage villages and fulfill their vicious ambitions created by the myths that portray them. However, it was Dahlia that would investigate these matters, through her excessive indulgence of wine, gossip and in the more private sense, drugs. These kind of things made people talk and settle them into revealing information that they perhaps shouldn't. Maybe thats how she got the target in the first place? Salen would looked to the Velsign.
"You know, maybe you can use those strong arms to carry me, or maybe I can actually ride on your back whilst we fly instead of walking." He sighed out, it had been a long journey as the grassy, autumnal landscape shakes an autumn breeze, yet Salen's fragrant scent wafted in the air once again. One of the first signs of spotting any Corvae. However, he wasn't bothered, considering all Entente mostly smelt of toxic chemicals that permeated people's noses. He fit in perfectly. As he joined, they were closer to Bardona, the capital of Cisperant, the structures of the buildings were surprisingly elven in architecture, as the streets were marbled with turquoise hues and white slabs of pavement. He remembered the days of his childhood here, all torn and shredded by a slaver's madman who granted his freedom to fulfill a need of spite.
"Well, here we are. Say, you might wanna give those turkey wings a rest" He smirked as he joked, wondering what Ortza's reaction would be to such a joke as the man didn't fly the whole journey. He wondered if his wings would often tire him out through long periods of flight.
"You know, maybe you can use those strong arms to carry me, or maybe I can actually ride on your back whilst we fly instead of walking." He sighed out, it had been a long journey as the grassy, autumnal landscape shakes an autumn breeze, yet Salen's fragrant scent wafted in the air once again. One of the first signs of spotting any Corvae. However, he wasn't bothered, considering all Entente mostly smelt of toxic chemicals that permeated people's noses. He fit in perfectly. As he joined, they were closer to Bardona, the capital of Cisperant, the structures of the buildings were surprisingly elven in architecture, as the streets were marbled with turquoise hues and white slabs of pavement. He remembered the days of his childhood here, all torn and shredded by a slaver's madman who granted his freedom to fulfill a need of spite.
"Well, here we are. Say, you might wanna give those turkey wings a rest" He smirked as he joked, wondering what Ortza's reaction would be to such a joke as the man didn't fly the whole journey. He wondered if his wings would often tire him out through long periods of flight.
