As they began to depart, some new task fell upon their guide in the guise of a harried page. “Excuse me, Healer Gwyllt. You’re needed in the infirmary ...” Esme watched the young man go, brows pinching in as she contemplated the task before them anew with no local expert to aid them. Well, surely she and Ceren could handle a few hours in the woods. Except Arlathan was haunted – and littered with old magical trinkets, liable to misfire at any time. That would explain the generous pay.
“Ah, well. Maybe next time.” She said to the young man’s retreating figure and swung up into the saddle. Nienke tensed beneath her, wanting to run. Esme instead encouraged the wyvern to match pace with Ceren as they made their way to the city’s outskirts in companionable silence. She rolled the map open on the wyvern’s thick neck. Therein, the forest was divided into a tidy grid. Unfortunately, she knew from their trip in that the map did not account very well for verticality in the ancient ruins.
In all honesty, Nienke was better at climbing than she was at flying. And then there was Andor. They’d manage.
“Hey, Ceren.” Esme hesitated, thoughts drifting in a couple different directions. Mostly trying to put together an idea of what they were looking for. “We were both kids during the Fifth Blight, but I don’t remember much. The siege, I guess, and how wrecked the city was. But you must have been out there in the years after. Did you ever run into anything weird in the Bannorn?”
@Ceren Brynmor
“Ah, well. Maybe next time.” She said to the young man’s retreating figure and swung up into the saddle. Nienke tensed beneath her, wanting to run. Esme instead encouraged the wyvern to match pace with Ceren as they made their way to the city’s outskirts in companionable silence. She rolled the map open on the wyvern’s thick neck. Therein, the forest was divided into a tidy grid. Unfortunately, she knew from their trip in that the map did not account very well for verticality in the ancient ruins.
In all honesty, Nienke was better at climbing than she was at flying. And then there was Andor. They’d manage.
“Hey, Ceren.” Esme hesitated, thoughts drifting in a couple different directions. Mostly trying to put together an idea of what they were looking for. “We were both kids during the Fifth Blight, but I don’t remember much. The siege, I guess, and how wrecked the city was. But you must have been out there in the years after. Did you ever run into anything weird in the Bannorn?”
@Ceren Brynmor
12-08-2024, 11:43 AM
