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Fury of the Tempest
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Upon receiving this information about the Black City, and how they would need permission to cross, Arcantos had said half to himself. "Sounds about right for such a place." Through he fell silent after this, pondering this information and what it meant to their mission... and his own.
Upon the tavern coming in sight, the lizard had to admit he was probably one of the most relieved to see it. Having been trapped inside that jail for so long, after such a long hard travel to the wasteland, meant it had been a very long time since he had a good, solid meal and a nice warm bed to sleep in... something that he felt Sikara would appreciate just as much.
He took the coins offered to him with a smile and a thanks, glad for the small gift as save for his swords, all his possessions had long since been lost to the Wizard and his tower. Once again, the Draken promised to himself to pay for this upkeep in anyway he could, so that him travelling alongside the others was a choice they did not regret.
Because of this, Arcantos was willing to be among the last of the group to enter into the tavern, watching them go one after the other. Medwick, Galian, Aerie and Caoihme all entered before him, all while Arcantos and Sikara kept an eye on their backs and another on the road. One could never be too careful.
Now, Arcantos had decided that he was his time to enter. He had waited long enough between himself and Caoihme to follow the wolf, and they had been far enough from the tavern that anyone watching idly from the widows would be unlikely to spot them. Only those on a sharp look-out would know that they were a group, and the Draken could do nothing about that.
So the lizard entered into the tavern and into the warmth. Allowing the magic that had kept him warm and alive to fade, through not to disappear. It remained around him in a warm embrace, but the heat of the building made it easier to sustain. Now, he looked around, looking for a seat.
Upon the tavern coming in sight, the lizard had to admit he was probably one of the most relieved to see it. Having been trapped inside that jail for so long, after such a long hard travel to the wasteland, meant it had been a very long time since he had a good, solid meal and a nice warm bed to sleep in... something that he felt Sikara would appreciate just as much.
He took the coins offered to him with a smile and a thanks, glad for the small gift as save for his swords, all his possessions had long since been lost to the Wizard and his tower. Once again, the Draken promised to himself to pay for this upkeep in anyway he could, so that him travelling alongside the others was a choice they did not regret.
Because of this, Arcantos was willing to be among the last of the group to enter into the tavern, watching them go one after the other. Medwick, Galian, Aerie and Caoihme all entered before him, all while Arcantos and Sikara kept an eye on their backs and another on the road. One could never be too careful.
Now, Arcantos had decided that he was his time to enter. He had waited long enough between himself and Caoihme to follow the wolf, and they had been far enough from the tavern that anyone watching idly from the widows would be unlikely to spot them. Only those on a sharp look-out would know that they were a group, and the Draken could do nothing about that.
So the lizard entered into the tavern and into the warmth. Allowing the magic that had kept him warm and alive to fade, through not to disappear. It remained around him in a warm embrace, but the heat of the building made it easier to sustain. Now, he looked around, looking for a seat.