Antinonco yawned as he lay on the back of his armored wind rider, a loyal blue beast given to him for his many victories against the alliance. Bloodclaw he was called for he never stepped down from a chance to go into battle. It seemed to be the wind rider's nature as the quartermaster seemed glad to be rid of him. Antinonco didn't mind Bloodclaw's blood thirsty nature. It was how the Earth Mother had crafted him. Bloodclaw's purring growl made Antinonco look about and notice that they had reached Shattrah.<br/><br/>"Easy down we go, Bloodclaw" Antinonoco said nudging his mount towards the ground outside the gate between Nagrad and the city. No point in putting the city guards on edge by flying over the city and he could check in with his Aldor allies before going into the city proper for supplies. He hoped he could run into his adopted sister while in the city, he'd heard she might be headed this way and he was sure she would be glad for the company of a friendly face. Besides, who better to give the points of interest than someone who'd been to the Outlands before and survived with only a few scars.<br/><br/>With a few words to the vindicators at the gate, Antinonco was admitted to the Aldor rise of Shattrah City. It would be interesting to be back as he hadn't really been to the city in a while and the guards had mentioned tension between the Aldor and Scryers that had led to fighting in the city, something that rarely happened.<br/><br/>Leaving Bloodclaw in the care of the Aldor stables, with promise of a treat if the wind rider behaved, Antinonco called on the eagle spirits to take his flight form, a great black eagle, and dove from the rise to fly over the city looking for his "adopted" sister.