The  great expanses of the skies seemed to welcome Liatha’s wings as her slim body cut through the air as she quickly pulled up upon the Warrior upon her light brown dragon. Morcant watched as they passed the gates and raised his arms above his head, stretching as if hoping to grasp at the clouds. But, soon the luster of adventure seemed to wane as the Warrior who he believed her name was Olga, pull back to bring up the question pertaining to Neyr. As she spoke he felt his companion tense beneath him and he frowned.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Are you alright Li?</span>Watching as her ears folded flat against her narrow skull, and feeling an emotion swirling from her of discomfort.<br/><span style="color: #BF80FF">I am fine, I suppose, but I do not enjoy charging into a mission with so little information…From what I understand the man that had come in from the lost Kingdom had smelled of darkness, sour, and decay.</span>Mor seemed a little surprised at hearing this information.<span style="font-style: italic">And you didn’t tell me? </span>Liatha shrugged her shoulders as she flew a little higher creating a stair step formation with the warrior in the middle between himself, and the knight.<br/><br/>This was all very disconcerting for him, and Liatha was in complete agreement that this wasn’t a great situation that so many riders were needed. Softly he stroked her scaled hide, more for his comfort rather than hers as she seemed to be dealing rather calmly as she always did.<span style="color: #BF80FF">I only know these things from hear tell of the dragons down in the canyon.</span>Rolling his eyes, of course she had left him at home this morning to chatter and listen to gossip, explaining for his tardiness.<span style="font-style: italic">You know Liatha, you have the patience of a field mouse after a drop of dew</span>, instantly he heard her deep rumble of laughter, he didn’t wish to dwell on the Lost Kingdom for the moment.<span style="color: #BF80FF">I swear I have no idea what you mean…</span>there was an air of innocence to her tone, as it always seemed Liatha understood his miscommunicated efforts at metaphors.<br/><br/>Turning slightly to look down at the Warrior he bit his lip before speaking, talking to new people was definitely not his strong suit and always set an uneasy feeling in his stomach, like he had swallowed a few dozen snakes. Clearing his throat he called down, “Liatha tells me there was a man that had come from the kingdom smelling of darkness and decay, now I do not know how true…” He chuckled and looked to his companion and her scrutinizing sky blue eyes, “No offense dear…But these are stories she had heard gossiped with the dragons in the canyon…” Morcant swallowed and bunched his fists as he quieted down.<br/><span style="color: #BF80FF">Well that was a start</span>. Liatha’s soothing voice like a soft breeze piped in blowing away his unease with speaking to his new fellow adventurer,<span style="color: #BF80FF">I think you did rather well, and with such a pretty woman too Old Man… </span>She chuckled her voice light and airy as she glanced back to her rider from her peripherals. Smiling he lightly punched her shoulder,<span style="font-style: italic">Shut up would you?</span>He had been informed by the King that he was indeed the oldest member, and since hearing about it, Liatha had not stopped picking on the poor man.<span style="color: #BF80FF">How can I? So young, and old at the same time, I have told you time and again…You need to find a mate,</span>she then huffed out a small puff of smoke as if to solidify her own words. Morcant nodded and smiled to himself, ever since healing Liatha after their battle they had been inseparable, her heart was as light and happy as his, and they meshed perfectly as she accented the qualities he lacked. Such as being a rather social butterfly, and him being so quiet unless it was around those he knew, and how she…His thoughts were cut short as he remembered hearing the Knight say something about catacombs.<br/><br/>“Did you know that in catacombs with gold and any sort of precious gems, there is a moss that feeds off of the shine of the treasure much like sunlight for normal plants, and it then is in turn used for light potions. It makes a glowing salve that you can put on anything, like a pain…It is rather rare to come by, because I mean, how often do you find a hoard of gold or gems, but the neat thing about…”He began spilling everything he knew about this moss, and he was pretty sure that those who were listening quickly lost interest, it was these times that he babbled so, was because he was nervous…