As the elf embarked inside the vehicle, the driver once again closed the hatch. 'You said your goodbyes already right? We gotta move. I'm on a tight schedulde. The man closed the hatch again and once more retreated to the cockpit. The now familiar hum of the vehicle's engine resonated through the passenger space once more. Before long, the landcrawler was chugging steadily along, leaving behind a torn up forest path and a cursing circle of druids.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Zalvryn looked around once more. No one had really spoken to the newcomer. It was almost pitiable really, but still, he wasn't going to break his profile of class and adress some lowly wild elf, not now, not ever. However, the silence was quite overwhelming and awkward, with the only sounds being the landcrawler's steady hum and the occasional bump in the road. He decided to break the silence with a subject that he knew concerned everyone present. "So... has anyone of you ever actually seen the northen warp?" Zalvryn himself hadn't ever seen it personally, but he had heard stories from the vassals of his father on their monthly reports. Stories of warped fauna and flora, and of incursions from otherworlds the likes of which were never seen before. "From what i've heard, it's not a fun place, a lesser man than me might even be broken by such a place." Zalvryn maintained a façade of toughness. But inside, he was rather unsure. He was on his way to a place that, from the accounts he heard, was one of the most dangerous palces in the world right now.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>After some more driving, it was hard to say how long due to the lack of windows on the landcrawler. The vehicle once more came to a stop. The driver emerged from the cockpit again. His cheerful demeanor was gone, replaced by an unnerved sort of worry. He reached to open the hatch, hesitating once or twice, before pushing the button. The air that seeped in from the crack in the hatch alone reeked of an acrid sort of decay. The smell alone already felt quite unnatural, but what really set the tone was the little light that could be seen outside. It was not the light of a setting evening sun as one would expect, nor the grey light of rainy weather, but a sickly green glow.<br/><br/>As the door opened, a man stepped inside. He was clad in the uniform of a teuveranian military guard, his insignias signified his rank to be that of a mere private. He looked upon a clipboard, and then back into the cabin. "Will everyone but the one named Pieras Maledicte please report to the commander. He is waiting for you all. Seperate orders are to be given to Pieras after your dearture." The man spoke in a resolute tone, though there was a noticable undertone of uncertainty in his voice, he also looked rather pale and unhealthy, as if something had been draining him for weeks.