<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Celedian.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Celedian<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Approaching the fort..<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone looking out, and up.<br/><br/>'I hope I'm not too late..' he thought, pulling out a small mirror to signal the wall guards he was not an enemy. He had forgotten that a few times, had gotten pelted with arrows for his lack of care. This would not be such a time, he thought, masking sure at least one of the guards was dazzled by the mirror's beam. He smiled at that, as he passed over the wall, into the fort proper. He was a bit surprised, as he saw what he thought was, someone wearing stark orange?<br/><br/>He flared his wings, slowing down for a landing in the middle of the fort's courtyard. His wings folded and tucked gracefully upon his back once he was on the ground. Putting the small mirror away, he turned to regard the new champion group, for they could be nothing else. Everyone else in the fort was covered in dirt, dust and blood, and they were relatively clean. Meant to him, they had not been here long.<br/><br/>He advanced a few steps toward the group, gathered around the man with the map, which he assumed was their leader. "Zhatei, atra ahkeri..." he said, then caught himself. "My apologies." he said, switching languages. "Greetings and welcome, fellow champions." he added, bowing a bit. "I am Celedian Atl Drawniard, and if you allow it, your guide into the local area." he said, noting the group's composition. "I do not presume to know everything, but I can at least steer you away from the areas of greatest danger."