Raggle rock

Horus kept pace with Esme, adrenaline pumping through his veins as they fled through the twisting alleyways. His heart raced not only from the exertion but also from the thrill of the chase. Esme's wyvern, Nienke, was an unexpected but welcome sight, her presence adding a formidable advantage to their escape.

At Esme's comment about staying a bird, Horus chuckled despite their dire situation. Aye, it was working until I needed to be human again. Besides, hard to deliver messages as a bird, yeah? He grinned, grabbing her extended hand and swinging up onto the wyvern’s back, settling in as best he could.

Yes, other side of town, out by the old blacksmith’s shop. He’s the sort that’s always prepared for trouble," Horus directed, pointing towards the general direction they needed to head.

Horus felt a rush of exhilaration, the wind whipping through his hair as they moved. One thing that sucked about working alone, was that one didn’t have back up when the shit blew up. Having Esme have his back in this moment, well, it was a nice change of pace, the sort of thing he could definitely get used to.

Esme’s question about the importance of the message brought Horus back to the gravity of their situation with a bit of a shrug. [q]I know it’s about a job, sounds like quite the gig, not that I read it, or that I’m the least bit jealous. He said with a slight cough.

@Esmé Lachance