Brandon
When conversation had fallen silent, Axari had gone to escape her worries with a bit of companionship. She had just been on her way to find a spot of privacy with one of the female crewmates when Faolan's voice carried below deck, calling her, Taireen, and Satine up to the deck. "Fucking hell." She groans before giving the sailor woman a kiss on the cheek "Continue this later darlin?" She asks with a slight raise of her brow and a laugh. Axari quickly makes her way above deck, groaning loudly as she exited the darkness of below deck to the bright sunlight of the open ocean. "Fuck" Unfortunate side effect of her Drow heritage. She could easily acclimate to darkness, seeing a bit better and clearer in darkness than her fully human companions, but as most things, there were drawbacks, she was also much more sensitive to sunlight than normal, full blooded humans. "Gods. Give me a second to get my vision back Faolan. We're almost there though?" She says, her face grimacing and her eyes squinted.
Alex
Mikhail had arrived in South Feyshore aboard a cargo ship. He had been heavily cloaked, with ink in his hair to stain it black. It hadn't been his idea, and he worried the sea might expose his blonde if the ink didn't hold on deck. But his hood protected him until he was escorted beneath the deck, where he remained until the ship docked and then some. He'd never been smuggled somewhere before, and arriving in Stormalong left him grateful for that. An hour passed after the ship was docked before he was retrieved, and he rode with a petite brunette man and woman into town. It wasn't much at this hour, and the pair kept him close as they walked through the streets.

He had been booked a room at a local inn, stationed above a tavern where the couple were posted to guard him. He didn't know them, and they'd neglected to give him names. Even the man who was supposed to retrieve him, Sir Eric Stafford, he'd never met before. Mikhail took in the small room he had been provided, and shed his cloak onto the mattress, only to find it was stuffed with hay. The ink had bled in some parts, mainly his temples where sweat had gathered from the heat of the layers he had been instructed to wear to bulk up his frame enough to be unrecognizable. He wiped at it with the end of his sleeve, and moved to the small vanity. On it was a mirror, and the boy tested to see if it had been nailed down. It hadn't been, and so with some effort it shifted it from it's position towards the edge of the vanity before taking a seat. From it's new position, he could see out the window across the room without having to sit in it, as he'd been explicitly told to avoid the windows by the couple downstairs. 

He watched for what felt like hours, before eventually crossing his arms on the vanity and laying his head down to catch some sleep.
June
It was an hour after nightfall when Eric Stafford passed the gates of Stormalong. Eric had hood up and was dressed as a rider in dark clothes, like your average exploring type. No one paid him any mind or recognized him when he road through the gates, putting his horse to a trot toward the inn the boy was staying. 

When he came to the establishment, Eric dismounted and quietly entered the inn with his head down, keeping as low a profile as the large man could. After a short hushed conversation, Eric knew what roon the boy was staying in. 

In the dark the sleeping Mikhail could hear the old door creak open and the close harshly and the floor oards creeking as Eric stepped toward the sleeping Prince. "Wake up." Eric said quietly, crossing his arms.
Alex
The moment someone touched the door Mikhail's eyes flew open. He kept his head down, his cheek pressed against his forearm as he listened. Heavy boots crossed the floor, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck tense before a voice gave him a command. Mikhail straightened almost immediately, and looked to the stranger. He had been given a description of Sir Stafford, but in the dark he couldn't quite tell if his eyes were green or hazel. 

Grey eyes roamed over the man, his heavy cloak, his dark colored clothes, and he moved to stand. "Do you work for the Queen?" He asked simply.
June
Eric stopped close and gave a nod and then talked quietly, "Keep your voice down. Your name is Darren, I am your older brother Caleb." Eric smiled in the dark at the young prince. "We should go now, do you have your things?" Eric asked, preparing to open the door. They needed to leave the city, it could be safe if Eric tool the prince to his keep and gave him an armed escort, but Anya didnt want the attention.
Alex
Mikhail had brought nothing with him. He had belongings in Astoria, Anyanka had told him that much. It was easier to ride unhindered, and the only thing he'd actually kept at his side had been Heath Romanov's sword. It was the only weapon he still had, his collection from Artyur still in Vincentien. He didn't like to think too hard about the significance of the sword, and just figured he might need to use it one day. He patted his hip, the sound of his ring against the metal muffled by his clothes and nodded. 

"Ready when you are, Caleb."
June
Eric nodded and the door opened with the light from the hall spilling into the room. Eric stepped out and beckoned for Mika to follow, putting his hood up tightly and beginning a natural walk out into the main floor, occasionally checking to ensure Mika was close by his side. Most of the patrons parted for Eric, as his size and the sword on his hip kept people from wanting to mess with him, and by extension Mika as he followed close behind Eric. 

"Keep up Darren." He said gruffly, exiting the building and stopping by the hitching post, checking the saddlebags. "Are you hungry at all?"
Alex
Eric lead the way out of the room, and he followed cclose behind, generally staying only a pace or two back just so it didn't look like he was crowding the man. The part they were to play wasn't one he had every thought he'd experience, but he didn't mind the idea of pretending he was traveling with a brother. Something deep in his soul twitched with a pang of remorse as he thought to his little brother, but the feeling faded within three paces and was gone before they reached the door. 

When asked if he was hungry, Mikhail shook his head. "Tired s'all." He answered truthfully. He hadn't felt hunger in a long time, at least not in the traditional way. He'd never known hunger like the way it hit him sometimes, but nothing sated him, and he'd grown tired of trying to piece together meals that left him feeling exactly the same. "We should be headed home, yeah?"
June
He nodded taking piece of dried out meat and took a bite out of it then sliding it into his belt pouch and walked over to him and offered to pick Mika up to help him onto Eric's large horse. 

"We will be home in a day or so, depending on weather and roads. It took me lamost two days to get here, if that gives you an idea on time."