Cyrus couldn't help but laugh when Wiflor destroyed the ball. He didn't see that coming. His laughing died down, however, when he realized he didn't bring another ball. "Son of a--" He sighed. "Damn..." He walked over to Wiflor and pat her on the head. "Ah, well. No harm done." He smiled. "I guess now that we don't have a ball, we should head back." Cyrus spent the rest of his leisure time napping in his bedroom, taking in all the luxury of the city since they would be spending the next long while on the road.<br/><br/>The next few hours passed quickly, and they were soon on the road. Nothing but a mule with a cart that was carrying their supplies. Cyrus had his bow on his back and his daggers at his sides. Atticus was armed with his walking stick and wearing his travelling robes. Their goal was The Blue Tower, a monolithic structure from the ancient times. When Cyrus last visited this tower five years ago, the lower levels of the tower were overrun with bandits. The higher levels, on the other hand, were home to a Griffon and its nest. Now they were heading back, a journey that would take two weeks, most of which would be off the road and in the wilderness.<br/><br/>They would expect to come across many fantastical creatures on the way there, some friendly, some not so. In the mind of Atticus, it was the perfect way to test Wiflor in combat, for they would certainly come across steadfast resistance, especially in the tower itself. Cyrus prayed there wouldn't be a Griffon nesting there again. Dangerous creatures...