Encounter at Farpoint Pt 2

8th of Wealsun 377 ONT: Kaiden Academy, Fire Nation

Hikaru learned quickly to protect what little gear he had as the ‘pranks’ and harassment did not abate over the coming days. He also learned to check his bedding for ‘presents’ both living and otherwise that ended up in there. Even meal time was a challenge with the entrance blocked by the Six if he came too late and difficult to leave on his own unless he stayed late. They wanted him to make a scene, to attack them out of frustration and helplessness and in doing so be removed from the Academy to no doubt live in shame with his mother on their estate. But Hikaru was determined to make it and began working on ways to counteract the various problems he faced.

With the practice weapons, armour and other training gear, Hikaru made certain to never get attached to a particular piece or set. This meant that the sabotage did not always land on him and made no new friends for the Six. It didn’t curb their efforts either. With meals he went a different route and instead offered to help out in the kitchens for a chance to eat first and early. It meant more work but meant that the Six could not touch him or his food anymore. The final piece was changing his route regularly to and from the barracks to the various training exercises and classes. In a way Hikaru enjoyed the challenges and trying to outthink his opponents and that kept him from becoming complacent as he put real effort into learning everything taught to him. Who knew what would end up being useful?

With shadows stretched long and the sun heavy on the horizon Hikaru spied movements in the shadows of the Phoenix gate. He tensed as it moved to black his path but relaxed as the silhouette dissolved in the light to reveal Yukiko. An annoyed Yukiko by her expression and Hikaru stopped to let her close the distance between them. She stopped a few feet away and crossed her arms. “Well?”

“Well what?” Hikaru was confused. She expected or wanted something of him but he had no notion as to what it might be. By the stony expression on her face and the silence that stood between them it was the wrong thing to say. “Right so I missed something here.”

“It’s been more than a couple of days. I know you’re not that dense so why?”

Now Hikaru was annoyed. She had toyed with him at their last meeting and now she was here mad at him for not following after like a puppy to answer her questions about what he did wrong. He wasn’t sure if the fact that she was here now meant that she might like him or she was one of those girls who desired attention and got mad when they didn’t get it. He was hoping for the former over the latter and tempered his words to match. “Honestly it felt like it was going to be a poor game to play and I’ve got my hands full with training and other unfortunately necessary things.”

“Like avoiding the Ishikawas and their lackeys.” Yukiko nodded somewhat mollified. “Tricky to do as they seem bent on tormenting you.”

“You have no idea.” Hikaru sighed, “The worst is the instructors turn a blind eye to it. The most I’ve gotten out of one of them is a threat to the training group that we will all spend a month cleaning and repairing the field gear if any more of it is tampered with.”

“That just means they will start to get more creative. I’ve seen a couple of close calls where you didn’t know it but your change of direction fooled them and you missed some bad stuff behind some tents. Luckily it sounded like they will be gone for a few months on training manoeuvers with the light cavalry so you should get a reprieve.”

“So you’ve been watching me have you?” Hikaru grinned as it meant this wasn’t just a chance encounter meant to make him look bad. “Stalking me around the Academy to learn where I’d be.”

“I-I haven’t done anything of the sort!” The evening shadows hid her face but the change in posture suggested he was close at least. “The stuff between you and the Ishikawas is so obvious one cannot help but see it. Who else rushes from the classes so fast or takes extra duties when they don’t have to.”

“Well I need things to keep me distracted and productive so they have less opportunities to harass me. If I had someone like you to talk to and spend time with then maybe I’d be less busy with other things.” Hikaru shrugged and looked to Yukiko, “That is, of course, if you have time to spend being distracted by me?”

“What makes you think I want to?” Yukiko crossed her arms, “Maybe I just came out here to confirm my first impressions of you.”

Hikaru grinned, “That you wanted to do even that much is an encouraging sign so how about we start over without any outside involvement or anything.” He straightened and gave her a proper formal bow as one would from a high house, “Hajimemashite, I am Hikaru Yamamoto and you would do me great honour if you would name the time and place where we could meet again for the chance to get to know you.”

Yukiko stared at Hikaru for the longest of time before she sighed and turned shaking her head. “You are a strange one Yamamoto. Three days from now as the sun meets the horizon be at the lightning tree.” And with that she walked away and Hikaru stared after her wondering what it all meant. But at least he would have the chance to speak to her again and he liked that very much.


14th of Goodmonth 377 ONT: Kaiden Academy, Fire Nation

“I’ve had it!” Natsu stormed into the kitchen where Hikaru had his head buried in the large pot he was scrubbing. The resounding bong noise let Natsu know that he’d surprised his friend. With a groan and a glare Hikaru extricated himself from the pot and asked, “Had it with what?”

“Gomen, Hikaru. The six have gone too far this time.” Natsu was pacing and Hikaru looked around to make sure they were alone. Thankfully the others had left content to let him finish the dirtiest and largest pots on his own. “They want me gone and by Ymeri they might just do it too.”

All trace of the normal humour that was such a part of Natsu was gone and Hikaru noticed the blood on his hands. “Who? What happened?”

“They replaced my dulled practice blade with a real one designed to look like a practice blade. Right up until our swords met and the pewter came off. But that wasn’t the worst part as I was sparring against Kita and he’s better with the blade than I am. I prefer to use my own weapons. But right at the point in the dancing snake combination where you have to commit to the lunge and your opponent goes for the high parry he suddenly twisted into the path of my blade. I-I pulled it, tried to change my direction enough but I still scored the hit down his side right to the ribs.” Natsu’s hands were shaking. “I dropped the blade and called for a medic or a healer but I couldn’t stop it.”

Hikaru thought about it for a few moments and shook his head, “Not good my friend. How is Shiro Kita?”

“He’ll live but it will be a week before a true healer can get out this way so that’s good.But they were calling for my head from the moment the blade struck and Kita fell. I know it was them though, the way he was grinning even as he fell he knew they’d won something.”

“Hmm, at worst they send you home and at best you get lashed and confined to the barracks for a while before rejoining the others. Not good options either way.” Hikaru frowned, “I think we need to speak to Yukiko and see if she knows anything that can help and talk to Captain Rugenji. He knows this isn’t something you would do.”

“I could have killed him. He knew that and still he smiled.”

“Yes because they knew either way they win something and you are better with the blade than you believe or you would not have been paired with Shiro Kita. He was counting on the fact you would pull the strike.” Hikaru grabbed the pail of soapy water and held it out to Natsu. “Wash and we will see what can be salvaged of this. Then we can talk about how we get them back.” Yukiko would disapprove he was certain but they could not just let the Six get away with stuff like this. If they did then he and Natsu would be better served quitting in disgrace and Hikaru was not going to back down.

A Hero's Farewell

Duemathaday the 16th of Sunsebb 381 ONT. High University of NOULA, main campus

Captain Folas Cailana exited his inn room and looked to Belinda and Thalion who’d been awaiting him. He smiled a thin smile adjusting his uniform.

“It is a little tight, not bad for a garment that had not been worn in almost two centuries, thank you again Thalion for your aid in mending it” The official fleet uniform of the Armies of Argyle looked odd and out of place, but the A of A had been an army wrought of necessity and many divisions never were given a dress uniform, those that were, had been done hastily. The Captain fiddled with his belt adjusting the ceremonial sabre that hung there before nodding that they should depart.

The three worked their way across town towards the university quarter. The streets were busy, and one could tell at a glance that many had come from all across Argyle to pay their respects to Sir Myles of Oula and NOula. By clothing alone you could see many from Pelegious, Rehume, Eiradun, Don-Ton, even the Fire Nation was present. They rounded the bend and stopped to behold the university parade grounds. Thousands of Dwarves and Dactyls, standing at perfect attention wearing their old Armies of Argyle Uniforms. They stood beside elves, fey and humans, beside Trolls and Orcs and Honalians, they stood in proud silence and unity, and others arrived they walked to find their place and joined the display.

“Who was this man, that so many pay their respects, to mobilize battalions and move them in the winter months? I thought he was a Knight, not a general?” Belinda asked as her head swiveled trying to take it all in.

“Sir Myles of Oula is the man who began the end of the great war, without he, none of us would exist, and like a true knight, he asked for neither title nor wealth for her service, he is a credit to this realm” the Captain said as he worked his way towards the elven lines.

At the front several of the High Thanes themselves stood at stoic attention, as did Governor Varrik or Rehume, The Speaker of the Sun, Alana of Eiradun, the Fire Lord and even Lord Strahd. Many of these great people were mortal enemies, and yet here they stood side by side. They found their place, the Captain standing with his people, Thalion and Belinda finding a nearby spot to the side of the ground. Again Belinda was shocked when she saw those leaders of Argyle walk the length of the parade ground and each act as a Paul Bearer carrying a casket of simple dark oak to the front raised dais. As the casket was placed down no words were spoken, instead each of the Paul Bearers stepped forward, and when they did, their assembled people sang a song of morning, it began with the sailors and fey of Rehume. Then the dwarven pipes and drums took up an ancient dirge worthy of a fallen king. The elves sang a tale of Sir Myles’s accomplishments, while the Haunting Beauty of Don-Ton performed a heartfelt ballad of Myles’s great stand to liberate their city. The Fire Nation drums and dancers took on a display of magnificence. While the Cyrmeery flutes pulled at the heartstrings paying homage to the man that was a father and steward of the land. At last Alana, the Lioness of Eiradun stood forward and on her own, sang a soulful soliloquy, she was not a professional singer, but her soul poured into her song as she grieved her lost father. Through it all, almost three hours, not a solider wavered, not one stood easy, they maintained their strict attention and discipline, giving the man who had gifted them with “a Chance” every once they could muster.

Belinda had known little of the Sir Myles of NOula before this day, she had heard his name in passing, but not in any of the epic tales or ballads of the Great War, and yet now, here on this day she wept openly feeling a loss more profound then she had thought possible. The man had been hope, for so many, and now, he was gone. As the official funeral ended, they reconvened with their Captain, they walked slowly back to their inn, feeling that the world had changed now, that one of the last bastions of peace had passed, and that Argyle would be long in mourning that passing.

Tummy Time Again

Curtis’s eyes blurred, he felt as though he were lifted, high into the sky and far above the Evermoors, then he shot south at an alarming speed, flying over great land masses, past the City States and Penny Kingdoms. To the South and West shooting past the continent and out into the ocean. There he entered the great mists and still he flew, the forever of the flight took only seconds as he emerged from the mists to see a cluster of 5 islands. Each with tall cliffs and spires, lush trees, tall flowing waterfalls.

He heard a voice and knew it to be his Goddess, “Find my home, and you shall find me”

Light a band stretched too far, Curtis felt himself shot back through the mists, over the ocean, across Argyle and found himself in-front of the Chevron once more. He looked at the great Chevron and nodded

“I will my Goddess, I will.

Tummy Time the Two

Curtis walked slowly with his head hung in shame, he approached the Lily Ivey gates of Soaz’s realm. The guards were wary, but they did not see his wild elven warrior who had ended so many lives that day, so though they kept their spears levied they allowed him entrance. Through the aisle of great holly and oak, the ancients of the wood, he felt the gaze of the immortal trees weigh and judge his crimes, he felt petty he had acted with good intentions and those had led only to war. As he walked he say pixies, brownies, fairies, sprites and lechies in impromptu hospices being cared for as best they could, the dead that the fey had carried off with them rested on the roots of the great trees, eyes caste towards the starry sky above.

At long last he came to the Hall of the Fairy King, where the roots of the oldest tree on Argyle had been slowly sung to shape them into a tiny throne that held the ruler of the fair people. He looked up and swallowed hard. Sitting in the thrown sat Soaz, her arm in a sling, her face bloody. For her to sit there meant that the illness her father was reputed to suffer from had taken him at last, couple that with their recent battle and he knew that her mood would not be one of peace. Behind her tucked into the shadow of the great tree, eyes closed with hand open on the bark, stood the Fey Prince himself. His black feathered cloak billowed in the slight breeze as his blond brows furrowed with sadness and disappointment as he learned of all that had transpired from great elm tree. Curtis swallowed and stepped forward

“Princess Soaz…” he was cut off as a large Fairy with flowing blond hair and a breast plate of maple leaf. Cutis knew him for he had been the one to injure Maul and cause him to turn back. That was Yarrow Junipersnap head of Tylwth’Teg a warrior order of Fairy.

“Our Royal Matriarch is a princess no longer, upon the death of King Quillleaf she ascended to become Queen Soaz Peddlewing the 3rd of her name, Rular of all fair folk from Rosemellow Ridge to Rainbow Glen, from the Cliffs of Clover to the Hills of Holly, she is the rightful Queen of the Northern Fey and Duchess of the Tywth’Teg Council, and you… heretic will show respect before she rightly orders your end” the words that came from Yarrow were filled with hate and venom, he had lost brothers this day. Curtis nodded and bowed

“I am sorry Master Junipersnap, I do not come intending offense,” he turned to the throne once more “Queen Peddlewing, I am sorry, I had thought the Lady of the Night Wind demanded obedience, I had thought that I was doing her work, but as I look at the carnage that I have wrought, as I prayed afterwards I know now that my understanding was flawed. I know there is no way to undo what I have done, but I wish it so, I wish I could.” The Queen looked angry, and was working on forming a response when a soft voice spoke from behind her

“If I may speak your highness?” the fey prince said in a tone closer to song then words. The Queen looked to her advisors who all nodded hurriedly
“The Everlast shall always have a voice in this court” the Queen said

“Thank you your Majesty” he bowed deeply stepping forward towards Curtis. He stood the height of a man, with blond hair and features closely to those of an elf then a fey, but it was the eyes, great blue orbs that held a wisdom beyond that of any mortal or fey, eyes that could swallow a creature’s soul and have them drift through a void of forever. The Everlast turned and looked carefully at Curtis, weighing his very nature and soul against his actions. “Curtis Tomas, the faun of Myth’O’Learth, compaions of Maul-Chaluim of Clan Silverfish, and worshiper of the Goddess of the Night Wind. He leaned in and stared hard at the faun. Curtis’s heart was racing, he knew that his life was about to end and offered a prayer of apology to his goddess, he would be in death as he had been in life, a failure. The Prince’s hand reached out and touched his forward and then withdrew, Curtis dared to open his eye, but saw in the Everlasts face not a look of anger, but of surprise. And then mirth. “The Goddess of the Night Wind is a Goddess true!” he declared to the court, many of those assembled gasped in awe and surprise “What is more is that she wishes both sides to come to peace, and…” his voice took on a curious tone as he studied the soul of the faun before him “… and she gives much for it” the Everlast reached into a pouch and polled from it a handful of sand, with a dramatic swirl he tossed the sand in the air and a golden light emanated from it. The sand quickly formed images and those gathered saw a proud and noble Strix, a tall warrior a proud man formed by the gods himself. They saw him go forth live honorably, meet another Strix, marry have children, then it followed the child as she grew and lived and fought and married and more children were had. Each time one child was selected and followed until they in turn had children, this repeated thousands of times over and over until it came at last to one larger then the rest, a form of beauty and power a form that arose to Godhood and became the Goddess of the Night Wind, and beyond her showed the silhouettes of the many generations that were to come. And then, with a sudden thunder strike, all the ones that followed the Goddess were gone, she would be the last of her line, the last of her kind. The sand that had made up her children, childrens children and more drifted to those fallen, and turned to a spark of purple resting above the heads of each fallen pixies, sprite, or fairy. With a pulsing that quickened until at last one last POP, the sand faded and those who had fallen awoke, as if only from a deep slumber.

“The Goddess of the Night Wind and offered a peace, I recommend her Majesty extend the same curtesy” The Everlast said as he backed away to his shadow by the great elm once more

Miriel awoke in a cold sweat and in agony, the dream was so real, it scared her so, she then turned in her bed and cried out in paid, she felt of awful stabbing in her stomach, her hurt like a hand had grasped her insides and tore at them… and she knew that all she had seen was real, and for it she wept.

3rd Letter to Home


We almost died.

Perhaps I should be more clear; apparently arrows are bad for our health – that is an “idiom” as the frog friend describes it, though it seems to be to be words of truth. They were a dishonourable lot from the Fire Nation, if you can believe it; this group laid an ambush out for one of the pet humans on board my captain’s ship and killed a crew mate of mine. In retribution I killed everyone I fought; you would be proud of me, Papa, many of them were human, though I had to use the avatar to kill them.

Incidentally, that pet human is that boy your friend was asking you to protect – are there any messages you wish for me to relay? He does show some promise, I suppose…

I have started to look for the history of our people – the library here is exquisite. I accidentally revealed to my bosun moons ago of my ability and love of reading but thankfully none of my other companions remembered it and believed me when I said I had no love of reading. I am not ready to admit to them that I enjoy a weakling’s pursuit, not when they believe me to be strong and fierce. As for the history I have found nothing of importance. There were only three books on our people, yet thousands on sharks; sometimes I do not think I will understand these people. Regardless, I will remain here in this human dominated city, and learn more about their culture; there must be qualities in this race that are redeeming, there must be allies we can trust. I did find two humans involved in the War – I ask your permission to carry out their death sentences, though I will need something official as these humans in Don-Ton ask for documents all the time.

[There appears to be scratched out words here, as if Miriel had a hard time writing the following paragraph]

Papa, I have a suitor; he is human, true, but he is as respectful of his ancestors as we are, his stamina is beyond approach, and every time I see him fight I would say he could rival any Strix in agility. I must be beginning to understand human customs for often he swears that I must have a large piece of human in me (and yet is overcome by laughter when I remind him I am do not have human in me, but half elf). He has not been serious in seeking my hand, but he assures me that the next request to be my virum he will be most impressive. I know he will not be accepted by our people as my actual virum but it is my hope that you and Ronan will bless him as my consort. I would be happy for it to be so.

By my love and wings,


Tummy Time

Curtis looked around at the bloodshed and carnage that he had wrought, his stomach turned and he thought he might be ill. How had it come to this, how had the battle been so brutal. He bent down carefully has he heard a light tinkle of bells and saw one of Soaz’s fairy soldier’s shudder with pain. But the looks of it he’d been clubbed out of the air and crashed against the rock. The stone has smears of glowing gold on it indicating the fairy had been bleeding severely. He reached for the little creature, heart torn with pathos, but stopped himself, The Goddess of the Night Wind had granted him three spells this night, one had been used in the combat, but he would need to be careful on how he spent the other two.

“I’m sorry my friend, I never wanted it to come to this” as he spoke he collected a droplet of water on his finger and lowered it so the small fairy could drink. “My spells are not powerful enough to save you, but please, be comforted” Curtis sat with him and began to sing an ancient song

Please Listen While Reading

While he sang he gathered the fallen soldiers of Soaz and laid those who had died peacefully by the alter of the Goddess of the Night Wind, those who yet lived he brought them water and warmth hoping to aid their passing and make it as painless as possible. As he did this he couldn’t help but see the truth, Maul-Chaluim had been right and maybe this was what the Goddess had been trying to teach him as well, strength in might did not make one right. He could force his way, but could he live with forcing it? Maybe people needed to decide for themselves. He let out a quivering tear and prayed to his beloved Goddess, was he right in this line of thinking, should he make peace? He brought his gaze up to the great chevron in and stared hard at it. The chevron swirled, and she appeared, his beautiful goddess wearing red tinted goggles a great winged beauty. Her face showed a smile and it filled Curtis with warmth. He decided then he would march over to Soaz and find a way to make the peace. He looked to his goddess once more and prayed fervently, could she save these Fey? Would She?

To be continued*

Pics or it didn't happen

“Now my dear, let us shed these constraining costumes,” he slowly unzipped the back of her dress, “though you look positively radiant in this gown, I can’t wait to get a longer look at the ravishing form within.”

As the dress fell to the floor Aurellia turned on the balls of her feet and began to unbutton his shirt. Once she released the final button, Harry took her hand gently and spun her around, her strawberry blonde hair swirling gracefully. He took a long appraising look at her body in the candlelight. Smooth milky curves with flashes of blue.

“This form is amazing too,” he shakes his head as she turns and smiles, “I’d say one of a kind even.”

Aurellia blushes ever so slightly, “thank you.”

“But it’s too fragile for a bear,” his pants fall to the floor, “and you are an impressively beautiful wolf.”

He begins to shift as Aurellia watches, filled with excitement and anticipation.

She follows suit, and begins a new chapter in were relations.


Drowning in Thought

Hithday the 10th of Sunsebb, Dorms, Chef Stadium, 2nd Circuit 8th Spoke, 6:56pm.

Hiro sat with his legs crossed on the cot assigned to him for his stay at the Stadium. He stared into his hands tracing the lines and scars past the callouses he’d built up searching for the answers he sought. He felt off balance, like everything was being undone around him and all he could do was help those around him while drowning in his own problems. The clarity and air he sought seemed distant and the pieces of information he was collecting more like bubbles of air he could see and reach for but unable to grasp and pull down to give him more breath to swim.

The captain’s story about the Phoenix was disheartening as he’d travelled to the wrong coast and a glance at the charts and further discussions had left him looking at a long journey of the better part of a year to get into the right part of the world. Then he would need some sort of local aid in finding the Phoenix from there. Hiro doubted he had the supplies and money to make the journey from Don Ton alone. That meant he would need to work his way north and west from job to job if he could get them.

Then came the news from Chef Armsy that his secret ingredient was procured from a Phoenix. Setting aside his thoughts that using a magical and intelligent creature to spice up food as being more than a bit of a cheat, Hiro was desperate to ask Armsy where he could find the Phoenix who was willing to give up its feathers as a spice on food. But there was no good way that would not endanger Hatrutt’s chances of making it to the end of their training. He held out a faint hope that this Phoenix was much closer and alive to be spoken to.

And then none of it actually helped him answer the riddle that Ymeri had given him so that he could be prepared and achieve the balance and clarity Ymeri meant him to have by the time he reached the Phoenix. He still found it difficult to speak to any of the others about it and after the heated exchange between himself and Thalion where he accused the elf of aiding the werewolves both in Don Ton and Lockland and endangering the crew for base reasons. Thalion had rightfully fired back and the comments stung. For he did respect the elf and the others and knew their lives were only joined for a short time and should not be expected to have the same ideals or outlook about the world. But what was he to say in return? He was eighteen and was likely not going to see his twenty first year. Until he found the Phoenix things like sexual urges were a luxury he could not afford to distract himself with. Thalion had lived many times as many years and probably could not fathom how short time was to Hiro.

But if he did not ask them for help then he would lose any possible allies he might have. And Hiro was not going to let it all go without a fight. He had come too far and endured much to get here, even if it wasn’t where he expected to be. There was time enough for that later though as the Boot was not going anywhere and the crew were stuck in port for a few months at least. Which left him with more pressing concerns about not only doing well with Hatrutt but protecting the gnome from those who would harm him or undermine their dishes. His own cooking was improving and he knew that the crew of the Boot would be pleasantly surprised at how well the food would taste even after this short amount of time. But this was the gnome’s dream and he vowed to make it last for as long as he could.

So Hiro knew he had more to do than even he had planned on. From here on out he would use his sharp eyes to keep watch on the others and their habits and what they did both in the kitchens and away from them. Who spoke to whom and what they did would all go into his book for reference. He would also check their ingredients the day before and hours before they were due to cook to ensure no tampering. And as much as it might annoy Hatrutt he was going to insist on accompanying the gnome whenever he left the Stadium so no one got the idea that he would be an easy target to remove beyond the kitchen. Lastly he made a note about suggesting using things like curry and teriyaki and soya sauces to change up their dishes a bit.

Hiro lay back on the cot and stared at the ceiling letting the flickering light of the candle lull him into a light doze. There was so much to do… Now if only his nightmares would abate. Watching his father burn over and over was something he’d thought he was past along time ago…


Hithday the 10th of Sunsebb, Chef Stadium, the Docks, Don-Ton

“Captain, are ya daft, ya can’t be serious, it’s the stormy season” Thitmed exclaimed. The Captain merely looked on him with patience.

“I have to go, Sir Myles of Oula was a great warrior during the war, I owe him my respects, and we are too close for me to not go.”

“But Sir, then let me go with ya, it’s hardly safe fer ya to be out on yer own”

“I won’t be on my own Thitmed, I have spoken to our dear Bosun, and he has agreed to accompany me and lend us the use of Elthoron; I am also taking Belinda, we will travel slower being three, but still faster than by horse or boat. Besides, I need you here, keeping an eye on the Boot while it is in dry dock, and keeping the rest of the crew out of trouble”

“But Captain…” the Dwarf said little else, he had no other arguments other than the fact that he didn’t like being separated from his Captain, his love or his unborn child. The Captain gave him a pitying look

“It is a funeral, nothing to trying, and we will return shortly, do well by me my dear Thitmed, and we shall return safely” the Captain said, placing a hand on the Dwarf’s shoulder. The Dwarf let out a sigh but nodded. Signifying he would offer no more resistance. “Good Man,” the Captain said grabbing his pack “Tell Hatrutt I look forward to tasting his new concoctions when I return…” he said has he started walking towards the pier where the eagle, Thalion and Belinda awaited. “.. oh and let Aurellia know that if I were her I would avoid running about on the 21st… aside from that, good luck and be well” with the the Captain can companions mounted the eagle and took to the air, leaving Thitmed watching them fly away south over the harbor for a long while


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