<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8sMViis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Masque (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14083251#msg14083251)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Gray, 2/3<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Afternoon, Day One.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the air!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Fresh fruit, other resources; valuable commodities. Dust mines and the like are usually at least highly guarded by whatever nation or company is mining them, but some times, it really is just easier to build a colony near a resource, than to constantly go back and forth. Some of them are just worth less protectin' than others."<br/><br/>She probably realized it, and if she ever got to see the flask and the brand on it, she might even recognize the tribe he was from, but she seemed willing to let the matter slide. He probably should have stopped talking then and there, instead of offering her a reasonable sounding excuse. But none of that really matters when they find the structure they're looking for; and the giant Grimm guarding it."It probably is. There's also another large Grimm nesting there. I wonder if they picked the sites because of the Grimm, or if some sort of trap is at work?" If baiting Grimm wasn't a concept, then it should be...<br/><br/>"Grimm are territorial creatures. The Death Stalkers, I figured, may have been guarding a nest, but that was wrong when I found the cards in the cave. It is odd, though. Maybe they have some sort of advanced technology? Some sort of bait? They don't have to be trained, really, just trapped, like animals. A lure... maybe someone on staff can make emotional hotspots?" The speculation could go on endlessly.<br/><br/>"Returning sounds like a good idea. Got an idea for how to take down that flyer, too. I think it might be a Nevermore? Or a very big Gryphon, or even a harpy, but I don't believe harpies roost away from the coast. Whatever it is, though, we probably shouldn't tell Lyn about it until after breakfast. We can discuss strategy then."  as they flew back, he quietly fingered each of the dust cartridges on his bandolier, counting the elements, and chewing over the idea he has in his head.