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<br/>​</div>Marek was not nearly as knowledgeable about the Planes as Sybille seemed to be so after they took their leave of the Technic Mages he listed to what she had to say with rapt attention. She seemed to have at least a little knowledge of a wide variety of things.<br/><br/>They were able to find a conveyance, as well as a horse to draw it, and for the journey ahead they gathered quite a few supplies. Even the route that Sybille spoke of would take quite some time to travel, and they'd rather be prepared. There would be places along the way of course to restock.<br/><br/>On of the theories that they spoke about was the broken bit of the Rod that had been found upon Mechanus. It was like the 'rules' of the Plane itself had been superceded by the Rod. Exactly what that meant? they weren't sure, but it couldn't be good.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/33dk5hG.gif" title="33dk5hG.gif">
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<br/>​</div>Aeryn heard the screams and smiled at Jynx as she spoke about her Ravager.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>"Of course she's not. As for yourself... take care!"</b></span>The words were not spoken with malice, but almost a bit of respect, as evidenced by the wink she gave the feline. The redhead soon found her brother and within short order they had left the town of Vigil and moved on southward. Aeryn told her sibling, Daer, about what had happened and also what she had seen. Seemed like they allwere being followed, or that someone was keeping tabs. Perhaps the feline and her Ravager had done some good.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/33dk5hG.gif" title="33dk5hG.gif">
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<br/>​</div>Unbeknownst to Marek and Sybille, they arrived shortly after all the drama with Jynx and the siblings, and as they entered the city of Vigil, the siblings were leaving and headed south. 'The Sleeping Giant' was the only real upscale inn within Vigil, and Sybille got herself a room. Marek on the other hand, was running low on coin and so he bid Sybille farewell, with a promise to meet her for dinner, and found a place to stable the horse and store the carriage outside of the 'Hippogriff Feather'. It was a bit more down to earth in its' lodgings and Marek found the accommodations to be adequate.<br/><br/>Little did either of them know that within the walls of Vigil the feline assassin was also seeking relaxation.