As Sbatarra took her leave, she would be able to notice Faraji organizing everyone to make their way back to the swamp where they lived. The trip through the hills and to the other side of the country was to be continued, and though it was a tad slow, that Sbatarra was able to fly would make the journey far less tiresome.<br/><br/>Dawn had already shown again by the time the highlands had been crossed. Even from such a distance, the sharp, spiky crags of the Teeth of Zaryt were still visible; something about them had an air of foreboding that could disturb someone from miles away. Down south, the spires of Burland Castle were visible; it was a magnificent place, finely made long ago and kept in just as good of shape as it was originally made. Flags were waving merrily in the morning air, and the castle was visibly active, busybodies skittering about as they went to their day's work. The closer Sbatarra would get to the castle's gates, the more it would become apparent that she was not exactly the most welcome sort; then again, she was hardly welcome anywhere.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>