Deana
Sylvar focused on the compass in his hands, not realizing what Noctis just did before following him. Even if he didn't know how many bounty hunters and assassins were out there, being out in the open like that was not good. He had a hunch there would be some, considering Noctis' attempt. It's been nearly nine months... And it seems they won't give up. It was quite the betrayal, he imagined. 

He weaved through alleyways, going through the back of town were there weren't many people. It was dark. He trusted the compass to lead the way, as once he set on finding something, it would lead him to it. This was the easiest way. Upon hearing Noctis' question, he tensed. He wasn't entirely surprised, as the questions would have come sooner or later. Once again, he took a long moment to respond. 

"I was... Or am a pirate. It's a long story, but he's not someone I would recommend messing with," He said, keeping it vague. He didn't entirely want to talk about his past with Drake. The wound was still fresh. 

"It's better if you don't ask questions," He said, tone a bit blunt. He was not in a good mood at all about the subject.
Helen
"Very well." Noctis said, easily backing off the subject. He knew when and where to push his luck, and now was not that time. Noctis weaved illusion magic above them to make them even harder to track- he noted the frequent use of the compass but decided to think little of it. Whatever Sylvar was doing it was working, they were making steady progress through the city now. 

"I've always been fascinated by pirates. My business has only taken me to the sea a couple times and never for long. So much of Aeterna untouched beyond the nine realms." He mused, the illusion magic even muting their voices so that they could hardly be hard. 

A pirate, wanted by others? Perhaps he'd stolen something, or had he been part of a mutiny gone wrong? But on which end? The captain, or the crew? He didn't know enough about pirates, the list of reasons someone would want Sylvar dead was endless. 

Yet why dead? If they knew what he could do, wouldn't they rather capture him? His skills and potential were limitless. So many questions all from one Shapeshifting Drow. 

"When we get to the edge of town, turn into a small animal. I'll get you and the cat away from here without us being followed." His voice was light but the authority in his voice was deadly sharp, it wasn't the voice of some gang boss- it was the hardened tone of command that a general gave to his men. It was absolute in its authority, it didn't broker questions or objections.
Deana
The Drow was almost relieved upon hearing Noctis' response, the acceptance of backing off. There was no time for questions such as these. Now he didn't have to think about it, and his goal for wanting to get the revenge he needed. He didn't doubt Drake felt the same. They were making good progress through the backstreets of Tyrex City. Aeterna's sea was vast and dangerous, and most didn't know much about it, aside from the people of the Riable Isles and pirates. 

"There's much to them, and a lot to learn. The sea is also worth exploring," He said, his tone softer this time. He dropped the bluntness. There was absolutely no need for acting in this moment. Sylvar was being himself. He longed for the sea again, never being able to stay away for too long, despite the dangers. It called for caution. 

Sylvar had his own questions about Noctis. Was he human considering his display of magic? Perhaps a mage or wizard? What were his goals with these jobs he had for him? A lot of questions, but ones he wouldn't usually ask an employer. When Noctis spoke again, he understood, but couldn't help but notice the authority in his voice. It was different from other people he's worked for. It was more of a tone from a leader or soldier, not a wealthy noble like his usual employers. "Understood," He said, lightly. 

They continued on, briskly walking. As soon as they neared the edge of town, Sylvar placed the compass back inside his satchel. He then took Luna off his shoulder and handed her to Noctis. She quickly decided she wanted to be on his shoulder. Once the cat was taken care of, Sylvar paused and focused. Within the blink of an eye, he was a crow, feathers as dark as night. Sylvar hovered mid-air, flapping his temporary wings, as if waiting for Noctis.
Helen
Noctis let Sylvar speak of the sea. This was good, the way you broke down a persons armor was to let them do it themselves. It had been a tough lesson to learn, but learn it well he had. As they reached the edge of town, there were a few shady looking individuals that seemed to lingering near the exit roads. 

So when the cat was secured on his shoulder, Noct reached out and took the crow, holding it fine but not right. Then in a blink, both the crow and the cat would find that they were no longer where they'd been a moment before. They were on a tree- no, they were moving across the fiel- now they were on a path in the woods beyond the city. Noct set them both down gently and glanced around them. 

"A couple miles should be enough." He said, adjusting his cloak. Moving that fast put on an incredible strain, he could feel his tendons screaming. Normally when he ran across country it was a little faster than a horse, if he wanted to haul ass he could go double that and drag his mana for hours. 

But his fastest speed was dizzying, and could only be used for short bursts or his body would quite literally tear itself apart. 

Showing no outward sign of his pain, he pulled out a candy and popped it into his mouth. 

"Welcome to the crew." He said to both of them, giving them a crooked, dangerous grin. "Now, let's talk some business shall we?"
Deana
Luna dug her claws into Noctis' shoulder, likely deciding she liked him. Sylvar braced himself when the Demigod grabbed his crow form. That was not the proper way to hold a bird, but Sylvar wasn't one to complain. Noctis said he would get them out of here, and he trusted him enough to do that. What happened next was... Unexpected. It was strange, Sylvar observed, and he was sure the cat was confused too. In the blink of an eye, they were in different places and soon far away from the city. 

Once they stopped and Noctis put the both of them down, Luna wandered a ways as if exploring the new area. Sylvar's crow form took a few steps away Noctis before ruffling the dark feathers. In a blink, he was back as himself, the Drow form. He began reapplying the Elf features. It really seemed like he didn't like showing his true self. Sylvar looked around for a moment, taking in Noctis' words about a few miles. It seemed to be another form of magic. How fascinating. 

*Welcome to the crew.* It was an interesting thing. How large was this crew? It seemed his role in this was to be a thief. With his qualities, Sylvar could do that very well, among other things. And he would be pleased to, as long as he avoided Drake for a bit longer. The entire time, upon meeting Noctis, he kept a serious demeanor, even now. 

"Yes, we shall. I want to know what I'm getting myself into," He said carefully, studying Noctis once again. Now was the time for questions if it involved business.
Helen
"Your magic, what are you capable of besides shapeshifting?" He asked as they strode through the woods. He'd left enough distance between the camp and their stopping point to have time to talk to each other. 

Noctis had gained a thief, but he'd also gained a powerful enemy. That was necessarily a bad thing, power would follow a dangerous man like that and Noctis, if he played his cards right, could quite easily turn it to his favor. 

That was how he operated, using adversity to his advantage. To succeed you had to take risks, risks equaled rewards, it was equivalent exchange. 

"The demons name is Valac Carnifex, please do not address him as a demon. For all intents and purposes he's just a man. I'd like everyone to continue to see him that way." He said, hand still resting on that beautiful sword on his hip. 

"Oh- and can you use those blades on your hip?" He asked, tossing a silver eyed glance towards Sylvar.