To Far Away Times

[Brian]

"I see," Lord Kevin says, frowning.  "And ... is there anything else?"

[Dracos]

"I am...slightly worried over my kinsmen.  I am going to take Nathan and scout out and make sure they arrive here without trouble."

Dracos

[Brian]

Lord Kevin looks surprised at this, but nods.  "Very well, then.  Go, and good luck to you, Sir Bloom."

[Dracos]

"Thank you, Lord Kevin."


Dracos headed out, Rez in tow.  Once they got a sufficient distance away he paused.  "Okay, first off we should get a bit of supplies before we head out.  I doubt we want to waste time hunting even if the whole concept seems more natural to me at the moment."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Nathan bows, and follows Drac out.

"Provisions sound good. Then we'll stop by our rooms and pick up the rest of our gear, and . . ." Nathan pauses, "What the heck should I do with my old sword?"

[Brian]

It takes you only a moment to visit the kitchens and get restocked on provisions.  Liandral meets you there, looking slightly ruffled.  "May I acompany you?" he asks stiffly, almost, but not quite looking over his shoulder anxiously.

[Dracos]

Dracos raises an eyebrow, glances at Rez, and nods.  "Sure.  Though we intend to try and move fairly swiftly."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez chuckles. "We both know he can keep up.  Shall we get our gear and get moving, then?"

[Dracos]

"Right.  Let's meet near the front gates in thirty minutes?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"I will be there," Liandral promises, quickly vanishing towards what you assume is his quarters.

After gathering the suplies you needed (Nathan leaving his old sword behind in his room), you meet up with Liandral at the gate.  He looks like he absolutely can't wait to leave, nervously looking around like someone he's trying to avoid will show up at any moment.

[Dracos]

Dracos, sensing the mood, sees about securing an exit to the place.  If he can just walk straight out without trouble, he does so.

Leading the way silently, he marches in the generally northern direction they planned to go for several hours, getting a good distance away from the castle, following his instincts and the map largely to determine the route.

About five or so hours later, whenever they reach a decently safe looking and semi-comfortable area...

"Let's stop to rest and eat for a bit."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez sits down and starts munching, then turns to Liandral curiously.

"So, why so eager to get out of there, anyway?"

[Brian]

Around you is pretty much nothing but snowy waste, with small hills.  Your tracking skills are picking out the multitude of animal tracks heading further south through some patches of snow.

"My father-in-law reminds me that I have not been home for ... some time," Liandral says, looking southward.  "Also, I wanted a chance to be away from the oppresive building for a bit before the battle begins."

The sun hands half-hidden on the horizon, looking like it's going to set any minute.  The glowing sprite still bobs over Liandral's head, only now it's actually providing some light, instead of just hanging there.

[Rezantis]

"Your father in law? You're married?"

[Brian]

"Yes," Liandral says quietly.  "A long time ago.  Will we rest here for the night, or press on?"