The cool, crisp winter winds chilled the wet feathers of his wings as he glided with ease towards the nearest city. Even if the conditions were not ideal for flying, Lusala was determined to reach Verlain before the storm hit again. Looking up in the sky, one would see an angel above them looking down to make sure everything was safe. Unfortunately for those who believed that, it was the exact opposite. A closer look revealed he had the body of a man, but he had the head of a black bird that was covered by a well worn helmet and only his beak stood out. His torso was covered in black feathers, which looked almost blue in the light, that were hidden by his armor. He had a birdâ€™s tail but that almost looked like more of an armor accessory from a distance. Lusala also carried a large axe; a two handed weapon that only a very powerful human could wield.<br/><br/>He was accompanying a woman who was headed in the same direction as he. Lady Gwen they called her. Apparently she was someone important but Lusala, a mercenary, never paid too much to attention to detail. She was beautiful for a human. Long brown hair tied back in a braid and a gorgeous tan dress that was a bit worn from travel. A true princess, assuming this woman had any drop of noble blood running through her veins. He snorted at the thought of escorting a royal, but nobility or not he was getting paid to aid this woman.<br/><br/>â€œHow much further, Lusala?â€ She asked him suddenly. He could tell she was tired, he was as well. Complainers always made him sickâ€¦ why the hell did he get stuck with this? He flew down closer to her, landing, throwing his axe carefully over his shoulder. Lusala towered over her; he stood at a good six foot six and weighed a solid twohundred and twenty pounds. Her build was much smaller than his, but then again she was a pure breed human while he was something like a half breed, a demon. Not that she seemed to mind a monster aiding her on her journey.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s a two dayâ€™s walk from our current location, mâ€™lady.â€ He answered in a very knightly tone. It wasnâ€™t that Lusala did not have the potential of being a gentleman or a knight; it was just being a mercenary was much more fun. â€œWe should make haste as it is cold and the scent of rain still lingers in the air, there might be another storm possibly. I would not put it past this awful weather.â€ He spoke the latter with a bit of laughter.<br/><br/>â€œExcellent. Weâ€™re making good time then.â€<br/><br/>â€œIndeed.â€<br/><br/>All Lusala could think about was getting to the city and being free from this pest, but a task was a task after all. He was getting paid to do this; his mind kept going back to the thought. His kind rarely got paid for anything as humans did their best to rid the world of â€˜monstersâ€™ and other impurities ever since the wars happened. He knew he had to be careful here. He was watching every move, taking each step as if it were his last as he was not the only one in danger out here, knowing that she was just as much a target as he was if she requested his aid. These parts were not exactly friendly and the reminders of that were constant.