Carrion flew for many days and nights upon his wings of magic. This was one of the things he most enjoyed about becoming his Master’s apprentice. On the ground, he was just another mongrelfolk trying to make a living, but in the air, he was quite literally above it all. His problems and issues melted away on the breeze and it was a place he could truly enjoy himself. He remembered the day he mastered the invocation of draconic magic to bring about his wings and flew for the first time. He was so overjoyed that there were tears in his eyes and he could even see a small glimmer of pride in his Master’s eyes. Carrion almost hugged him at that moment but then thought better of it.<br/><br/>Each night he’d make camp, finding some secluded spot up on a hill top, in a cave, or in the lush treetops, away from prying eyes. He pulled out a rather large box from his pack and opened it revealing a multitude of food stuffs and drink that could keep a whole party of folk well fed and watered. Every night he’d eat his fill and come the following morning the box was filled with food, ready for breakfast and lunch. Afterwards he’d take out another one of the gifts from his master, a bedroll the kept out the harshest days and the most bone chilling nights and left him feeling refreshed every night no manner what ground he slept on.<br/><br/>After several days of flight he saw the towers of Sharn at a distance, and even then they were a marvel to behold. Tall building thrust into the sky, held up by magic and stone weaved together in a tapestry that would make even his Master concede to its incredible architecture. As he drew nearer he pulled out another item from his backpack, a small inconspicuous hat, and put it on. With a thought, he could feel the magic flow over him and change his very appearance. It wasn’t much really, he used its magic to conceal the green scales around his arms, hands, and face but otherwise he looked like how he always did which is just what he wanted.<br/><br/>He expected to make Sharn by nightfall at his current pace but he found himself flying much faster and with much better maneuverability the closer he got to Sharn. He was confused but he remembered that Sharn was built over a zone that is in close conjunction with Syrania, the plane of the Azure Sky. It was why most of the towers could even stay afloat in the first place. With that added speed, he made it just as the sun was starting to set.<br/><br/>From his place in the sky, he saw many things. The famous Lightning Rail brought people in and out of Sharn at a rapid pace, sky-coaches zipped around the city and he swore he even saw a massive stone gargoyle on a terrace move a little but that could have been a trick of the light. He flew with his back to the setting sun so no one would notice him but didn’t know where he should start. He only knew the history of Sharn to some extent and its more famous accoutrements but with such a massive city where would he start to look for the Guild House of Lyrandar, let alone find this “Kivaira” in the first place? He decided blending in with the crowd would be best so he made his way to what is known as Tavick’s Landing where the Lightning Rail docked at.<br/><br/>He swooped in, hoping desperately that no one really noticed the figure in simple traveling clothes with translucent dragon wings sprouting from his back flying down…he wasn’t very successful but it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. The looks he saw focused on him only for a few heartbeats before shrugging him off and continuing about their business. It seemed the people of Sharn were used to stranger sights which brought Carrion a sigh of relief. Dismissing his wings he landed some feet away from the train and into bustling crowd, getting quickly lost in it and getting pushed forward with the flow. Carrion felt over his head and didn’t know how he’d ever find what he was looking for.<br/>