<div align="center">Kesmon<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(Day One)</span></div><br/>Kesmon paused his jaw from chewing and upturned his gaze upon Amarin with a thoughtful expression. It never occurred to him that Ghin might have something to do with Nautali’s missing inheritance kept guarded in Nor. The timing of events did seem odd, now that Amarin brought attention to it. Kesmon slowly finished the bite and swallowed, never bothering to eat anything more under light of this stunning possibility.<br/><br/>He quietly picked up a cloth napkin and wiped his mouth clean while Amarin studied a vine of grapes. “I am not entirely filled in with the details, I’m afraid.” He said a bit careful, even for his personality. “Why a representative would have a motive to do such a thing… not that I’m saying I believe it didn’t happen that way. Out of all the six representatives I believe the young one from Miras would be the most proficient to perform such a feat. I may not know much about her but I know a little about women in general, and the one day I did meet her, if only for an instant, I could see she possessed an adventurous mind amidst all those darling, tight curls….”<br/><br/>Amarin let the mass of grapes drop to the platter with a clattering plop, cutting Kesmon off short. He had noticed the tension in his friend but now it seemed more surfaced, nearing anger.<br/><br/>It was never Amarin’s resolute change in decision that stunned Kesmon, nor the temper if it ever came to that; Kes could handle both coming from his friend in the same blow. Changing tactics between searching to hunting girls down was easy, too. It was the ‘going west’ part that momentarily stunned his mind enough to miss the King’s leave. Unless you were some common villager or trader Estaris did not act kindly towards uninvited guests. They would have to plan this one through if they desired to go tromping across Little Savannah on a manhunt…unless Amarin had a mind to accuse Estaris for sheltering a runaway fugitive.<br/><br/><div align="center">Dasyra<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(Day One)</span></div><br/>So that was it. This stranger and her eagle were headed for the Moloch Mountains because they were running away from home. She seemed willing enough to cooperate with the questions offering more detail then asked for, but still lacking solid reasons. It only brought up more subjects, and Dasyra slightly narrowed her eyes upon Ghin.<em>Did that mean her father was dead or alive? What kind of responsibility is she talking about?</em>But Dasyra held her tongue feeling uncomfortable pressing any further. They would only pry into a personal life that already proved stressful enough driving the woman away from home, given it was the honest truth. Dasyra couldn’t quite discern if the tension in her tone was out of grief or nervousness.<br/><br/>Crossing her arms in front of her chest she shifted weight to one foot and watched Ghin approach Ralos while keeping one eye on Bako. The eagle, in all of his beauty, seemed decidedly sure that pecking apart her and the moloch wouldn’t be a loss at all. It made Dasyra uneasy thinking about what could have happened if Ghin hadn’t of been there to stop the giant bird. “If you wanted to find the Moloch range, you’ve found it.” There was no need pointing out the sky kissing mountains hovering over them, but her green hues lifted towards their peeks anyways. “They are beautiful indeed. My people say they are the staircase to the gods, but I do not suggest getting any closer than this unless suicide is your goal.”<br/><br/>Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears though. Ghin was preoccupied with Ralos, who fearfully eyeballed the approaching stranger. The moloch was close to panic, and Dasyra extended her arm to put a soft touch upon leathery skin trying to ease him down, knowing it would do little to no good. Ralos had two large nostrils flaring wildly at Ghin, and for a moment it looked as though he might calm under the stranger’s gentle praises instead. The muscles in his legs began to relax and his tail commenced to give up the flexible dance of defense. Dasyra smiled; a bit surprised to see her mount ease. “Yes, His name is Ralos. I am very blessed this one accepted my bond. He is spec…Ralos, ouwch. Wait!”<br/><br/>With a sudden shrill of pitched noise Ralos took to the sky, bumping Dasyra with a wing as he pumped for height. Quickly he gained momentum and darted a course that fled him as far from the shallow valley as possible, disappearing over the nearest hill.<br/><br/>“Great.” Dasyra grimly mumbled, putting a hand to her shoulder where Ralos’ wing had nicked it. She rubbed her flesh feeling a bruise and pressed her lips together, knowing it might be a while before she got the beast back. “As you can see he spooks easily, but that is because he is a moloch.” Dasyra’s gaze lifted from Ghin’s to look beyond her head, scanning the trees encompassing the shallow valley. Although the elf believed Ralos spooked over the strangers it was always safe to be cautious. Molochs had an incredible sense of smell and could detect other animals from far off. Softly the corners of her mouth lifted in a carefree smile, still thinking about her flying friend. “He is especially picky with people, which makes you just as special as me. I’ve never seen him listen to any other person like he did you.” She abandoned her search of the tree line long enough to turn that smile upon Ghin. “My name is Dasyra, colonel of archery with Estaris empire. Why don’t you come back to camp with me, or at least let me take you to the Dulany Hills. You and your eagle friend will only find death in the mountains.”<br/><br/><div align="center">Serin<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(Day One)</span></div><br/>“No.” Serin didn’t bother turning to look at Loras. He remained staring over his city, his dark set eyes jumping from one low building to another, giving each one a considerable length of his time. Yet, he was not thinking about them at all. His mind remained distant from their stoned faces and tiled roofs. “I wish that were my problems. The dragon I speak about is of a different type.” A deep sigh brought eyelids over half his vision, dropping to fall upon his glass of wine. He swirled the liquid twice more before quickly bringing the rim to his lips drinking heavily.<br/><br/>He didn’t quit until it was emptied, and pivoted on heels to remove himself from the balcony’s ledge. He walked passed Loras deeper into the adjoined room, giving the mercenary a serious-sort of eye contact, and gestured with his hand back towards the panoramic view with the empty glass. “<em>That</em>is my dragon.” One finger was extended from the broad curve of the wineglass towards the Benevolence Tower, home of the Onul Order. The revelation was casual and quick though, done from a distance away from the ledge so that anyone looking up upon the palace tower and her balcony could not have seen.<br/><br/>It made sense, sort of. The crest of the Order of Onul contained a fierce dragon, but also a gleaming phoenix where the two creatures were locked in battle over the Estaris River. It held symbolism commonly known to everyone. The phoenix was the Estaris Empire for it has always been her insignia, and the beloved river has always represented ‘life’ many times throughout history and creative arts. The dragon stood for everything evil in this world, and on this crest the dragon was in an aggressive attack that mistakenly exposed its neck for the spread talons of the lofty bird.<br/><br/>“She lives right underneath my nose.” Serin’s voice plummeted containing an edge of bitterness. “She hides in her lair of laws breathing the fire of power and eating the hearts of my people. Founded three reigns ago, I regret to say she has been given too much leniency and authority.” It was just the surface of the pond, but enough to give Loras an inkling of insight to nibble upon without having his dedicated involvement, yet.<br/><br/>Serin moved to the breakfast table and began pouring himself a new glass of wine, watching the level gently rise. “I am not wasting your time, but I desire to believe the same out of you and your band of irresolute men. If you sign up for this it means dedicating your soul to the job and following it through to the end. I will not allow you to back out. It is not a one-night arrangement either, but a myriad of assignments that will take some careful planning. You may be used to working like sloppy brutes, but for me you will have to adopt a sense of style for what I require.” He topped his glass off and sat the bottle down. “If you or your men are caught, you will not have my support. My involvement must not be learned by anyone, not even the men closest to you. I will have you, and whoever worked under your orders executed on spot.”<br/><br/>He pulled a chair out from the table and seated, filling his plate up with cheese, bread, and fruit. In the midst of selecting various foods he looked up at Loras with a generous smile. “Of course the pay is good. I will keep your pockets full if you can follow my instructions without fail.” Returning to his plate of food he almost had a slice of fruit in his mouth before he thought of something else to say. “Oh, and if anyone offers you a better deal to see you betray me in any way, I will make it worth your while to see you stay loyal.”<br/><br/>“What say you Loras? Is this a dragon you feel you can slay or should I extend this opportunity to some other sellsword?”<br/>