John
*Hearing the footsteps of a figure approaching, Lucius took half a side step to give them space. His head turned ever so subtly as he took a quick scan of the stranger. A cloaked, masked man. He acknowledged the simularities in their appearance. Even if the person towered over Lucius he felt indiferent. But his eyes quickly drifted to the newly posted paper. Curious, he began to read it. *
Monique
*Terrel had walked past the man as he turned to head off, only passing a glance towards him and suppressing a chuckle while he went to read the flyer. The paper itself seemed devoid of much writing, simply a calling to devoted mercenaries with a map to Sento's location.*
John
*Lucius stepped closer to the board. Seems plain and simple, why not give it a try. He griped the edge of the paper with his glowed hand but then stopped. He felt a little suspicion in his gut from how easily this opportunity presented itself. Or maybe he was just starving. Lucius ripped the paper off the board along with some other small notices and decided to think this over breakfast. Since, with his predicament, he preferred not to eat in public Lucy walked over to a small park by a church. He found the area to be void of people. So, he picked a bench shaded by a tree and began to unravel his wrapped meal.*
Monique
*Terrel continued along his way, silently slipping in another flyer onto the board after the man had walked off with the previous one before searching for other places to put the rest of the sheets of paper around the city. Once he had finished, he slunk off back towards the tavern where he had originally left his stuff at to quickly grab his supplies then continue along the streets to take some leisure time before he'd set off for another city.*
John
*Lucius ate his bread and cheese while sorting though the papers. All fliers had short, one day jobs that did not promise large pay. One big flyer stood out from the pile, the one with an actual map. Lucy leaned forward on the bench and scrunched the edge of the paper. All things considered this option seemed to the the most promising. So what the hell, why should he not give it a try. He finished his meal, swiftly put his mask back on and stood up. He tossed the papers into the trash, all but one. 
Lucius made his way back to his small forest camp and uncovered his trusted broom from a pile of leaves. He haphazardly destroyed the evidence of him staying there and set off to find wherever this Sento's location might be. *
Monique
*It had taken quite a few days before Terrel had eventually made his way back to Sento after tossing mercenary propaganda all about the cities of Huiror. While the place was still fresh in production, the construction workers had made such progress that it could easily be mistaken for a large village. By now the construction had made its way to the far side of town, leaving the entrance more bustling with activity by those that lived there. Terrel headed through the entrance, riding atop his mount while idly watching the other passerby's for the time being.*
John
*Lucius hovered above what looked to be a neat little village. With his vantage point he could see the construction happening around the area. He studied its layout. Taking a closer look it was evident that the buildings were fresh. That gave Lucy a bit of an uncanny feeling, like he was observing a stage being set, a facade. Satisfied with his observations however, he descended to the the entrance. He dismounted his broom, adjusted the hood of his cape and walked steadily beside it, holding onto the steer with his left hand.*
Monique
*Terrel squinted upwards as he noticed something flying about the sky, a masked expression of surprise forming as he noticed that it was some man riding a broom. Not just anyone either. Wasn't that the guy he had seen taking a flyer earlier? Terrel shook his head to and fro, clearing his view only to notice the man was now at the entrance having dismounted the floating cleaning utensil.*"You again?"*Terrel found himself saying idly to him. His voice came very low and monotone as was typical of a Fricharii. Maybe it was the suspicion of being followed or the fact that to this day magic continued to surprise him, but either way he didn't know what to make of the masked individual.*
John
"Hm?" *Lucius turned his head. His glass mask reflected the stangers face. Well, mask. It hard to forget a person with a pig head, it's the flyer guy.* "You again." *He stated, as if returning a greeting. His voice was similarly monotone, tired, perhaps.*
Monique
*Terrel stared back at him for a while, mainly finding himself looking at his own reflection of Lucius' mask. If not for the fact of this being a completely different person, he'd have joked the man being a walking mirror. Actually, he supposed it would have carried some relevance still with him just repeating him, but the man seemed to be one of not many words as is.*"Okay... Assuming that I'm not talking myself currently, I suppose you must have used the flyer to get here. That or have been following me for the past several days."
John
*Lucius left a lingering pause before speaking up. He wasn't too amused hearing similar jokes before though regardless it's impossible to read his face. He cleared his throat, refusing to make a pig joke in return. *"I followed the paper. So this is Sento?" *He turned away and switched his attention to observing the streets and the people on it.*
Monique
"It is."*He said simply as he dismounted off his steed and gave his horse a pat on the side. It seemed like Lucius was more of the serious sort to him. Looks like the jokes will go nowhere with this one.*"Looking for the guild?"*He eventually asked.*
John
*Lucius slowed to a stop and turned to face Terrel properly.* "Yes, matter of fact." *He griped the steer of his broom with both hands and gently turned it to get it to stop it's forward motion. The broom glided smoothly through the air and reeled to a hovering stop, a few yellow sparkles shooting out of the brush. Lucy glanced at the horse too and found it amusing that he handles his vehicle like a mount.*
Monique
*Terrel stood there in silence, watching the broom before slowly looking back over to Lucius.*"Right."*He said before climbing back up on his horse.*"Alright, let's go then."*With a tap of his heels, his horse began trotting along the pathways of the town. The elf didn't bother looking back to see if the man was following, simply assuming such.*
John
*Lucius was confused as to what the stop was for. Dismounting and mounting looked like an effort. Oh well. He swiftly climbed onto the seat of his broom and with a gentle kick to the ground the broom propelled forward, catching up to Terrel. Lucy arrived by his side, matching his height so despite the stranger riding a horse the two were eye level.*
Monique
*Terrel looked over at Lucius as he caught up, glancing down towards the broom.*"Is riding brooms normal where you're from?"*The Silnari asked him.*
John
*Lucius chuckled. *"It's a witch thing. You don't see everybody riding them like horses." *He finally caught on what Terrel has been wondering about. He wondered, is this guy a stranger to magic?*
Monique
"Right right, stereotypically anyways. But I've never once seen a mage actually ride one. I figured it was some kind of saying or folklore or something."*He said back before raising an eyebrow in question.*"That the fastest it can go?"
John
"Hm. I'd say it is a stereotype but I think its quite cute, so I modified one. In terms of speed..." *He did a twisting motion on the right handle, even though it is just made of wood, but the broom shook up slightly and spewed out some more sparkles from its brush. They looked like those produced from hitting metal on metal or, well, sparklers. Curiously, the broom remained silent. Lucius cut his little display short to avoid actually speeding forward. Even though he smiled under his mask his voice remained just as monotone and collected. *"85mph max. Though I usually drive like a grandma."
Monique
"Oh yeah?"*The Elf said in a more challenging tone, a grin appearing on what could be seen on his face.*"Why don't we test that out."*Without saying another word, the Silnari suddenly snapped the reigns of his horse, causing the mount to dash off and leave Lucius behind.*
John
"Tsk." *Finally, some fun. Lucius seatled into his bike and sprung into a running start. With a few clanking steps, the broom shot forward, rising up. It quickly picked up speed and soon Lucy was matching Terrels pace. His cape flapped in the wind, holding tight and his heels were a foot away from the pig guy's head. Lucius kept his eyes on the road ahead, grinning.*
Monique
*Terrel glanced back over towards him. Not bad. Though that only made him wonder how well in control they were. Once they were free from the main streets and made their way to the outskirts of town, Terrel had suddenly made a sharp turn, forcing his horse to dart out into the open fields that he knew would inevitably lead them to the guild.*
John
*Lucius was catching on. He leaned his body to the side and made the turn, though more of a smooth curve than a sharp one. He let himself pass ahead of the horse while keeping his body tilted. Gravity did its thing and he completed a loop. When he was upside down his head was about 20 inches from the ground. He held out a sign with his hand where the middle and ring finger were bent. The motion was fast so soon he steadied himself and rose again.*
Monique
*The Elf gave a snort of amusement, then turned off in another direction where the ferns grew much larger in comparison to the farmed out lands. Perhaps he was looking to see if it were possible to lose the witch, but with the guild not being too far away now, there wasn't time for that little game to continue on much longer.*
John
*That looks uncomfortable, he thought. He followed Terrel's lead and raised his broom higher over the ferns to see clearly the path the horse was creating. Flying up made him loose some speed but he was confident he can easily catch up as he had no obstacles in the air, unlike below.*
Monique
*With the parting of the ferns, it was easy to see the trail the horse was making. Terrel didn't seem to mind it whatsoever though. Up ahead a large mansion-like building loomed, which could be presumed to be their destination. Terrel continued off towards it, only slowing to a stop at the gates of the courtyard. He dismounted off his horse, and the animal shook itself free of the clinging grass.*
John
*With the objective clear ahead, Lucius ducked down to get himself a little more aero dynamic and zoomed forward. From the speeds he was going at, he could have passed ahead of Terrel but he did not want to turn it into a race. So, he slowed and lowered to the ground. His legs reached the ground and he run the last few steps to a stop by the gate. *"Well that was neat." *He sounded friendlier. He can't refuse an excuse to ride.*
Monique
"Nice to see you more alive now."*The Elf said in a tone of satisfaction. He left his horse tied to the gate and began heading towards the main entrance of the guild.*"Guild isn't looking for corpses."*With that said, he opened to dual doors to a large hallway, the main hall. Turning to look back towards the Lucius.*"Now then, you can refer to me as Terrel. Guildmaster of this fine establishment. How can I help you?"