Asphixious looked up from his unyielding advance. The tracks led straight to a town. A small town, why it was so far from bodies of water was not his problem. He raised an arm, forcing the small army to a halt. "Look," Asphixious pointed with a gloved finger.<br/><br/>Steeds from various nations paced the village, but on the towers flew banners of a foreign race, one that the Cryxian empire had never laid eyes on. His eyes picked out namely the Kynder's steeds, he felt a fleeting leap of amusement. They were an interesting race which the Cryx had fought before. Before the Warjack technology was discovered.<br/><br/>Scarlock had several injuries during his first and only encounter with the Kynder forces. He entered Asphixious's command, raving about some soldier named Jalla, Jeler- something on those lines. The sniper's injuries had since healed, though the sniper himself seeked revenge.<br/><br/>Asphixious grabbed Scarlock on the shoulder, "Enter the city in my place. Apparently, there is some form of diplomatic meeting going on. Remember, you are a representative of the Cryxian empire."<br/><br/>"Then what about the bodyguards?"<br/><br/>"A Bane thrall will accompany you, keep your face hidden and keep the talk... amusing."<br/><br/>"Noted." Scarlock slung the rifle over his shoulder and descended into the village. He grumbled slightly, the Bane thrall was good at defending itself only, not protecting the diplomat, so much for a bodyguard. He flipped the thick hood over his head, concealing it from view.<br/><br/>Scarlock followed the signs of life forms, asking guards with false politeness which most would describe as 'insulting'. He finally found the structure, waving vaguely at the guards before he knocked on the solid oaken door. His bony knuckles struck the wood thrice.<br/><br/>Not wanting to wait, he opened the door after a short length of silence. "The Cryxian empire sends its deepest apologies." Hell, not ever, "I'm Scarlock, the sixth of the twenty forsworn. Of the Sacred Cryx empire." He bowed slightly, before sauntering over to an empty seat, beside an unconsious figure.