Hitting the senses like the faint smell of almonds emanating from the drab clothing of the lurking privateers marching in formation through the newly clear cobbed catacombs of the Castle of Silk, with two carts with dark exteriors with purple walls adorned in spikes being hauled along with the flanking privateers as the first one growls with the two drakespawn snarling at there aelven masters. The second being lugged along with stomping feet, lumbering with rope wrapped around its waist as he sleepily lugs along at a modest pace. Inside of the dark carriage Aegnor hides within the dimly lit interior with rug sacks bumbling around with meats and leathers rubbing against each other making the droning shifting noise of stuff. He is covered by a blanket around his shoulders, with his hands preoccupied with a book and quill with the dim light of the candle almost falling down every so often from the gargant tripping up with the sticky sufaces and spiderlings pinching at his feet slamming it down making a ruckus outside with the splatter of gunk on the wooden windows.
Aegnor quietly sighs as he thinks about what else to write to Gondyrsdassnir, he will look over to the caged bird that is hanging on the ceiling swinging softly side to side squeaking at every bump in the journey to the Dell. Aegnor will shuffle around as he clears his throat as he will hold out the letter and read it aloud as the cart rocks at a moderately comfortable pace, the bird only squaks back annoyed it has to listen to this aelf speak like a babbling idiot to it still reeling from the smell of spiders captured for use and the dead parts of much bigger ones.
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒢𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝓎𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓃𝒾𝓇,
𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓊𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.
𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒦𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓂 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓉-𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝓎𝓋𝓁𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃; 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒽. 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀. 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉. 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓎𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓈… 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝓎. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓊𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒹𝒹, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓂. 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈.
𝐼 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓂. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃. 𝒲𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒢𝑜𝒹 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝒜𝑒𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝐹𝒾𝓂𝒷𝓊𝑒𝓇
Aegnor coughs after speaking for so long as he will shake his head, he will fold up the paper wrapping it around some rope before putting a pin between it. He will then reach into his cloak pulling out gently a Mustori which sleepily blinks its eyes open before snaking it’s way into his hand with the paper before taking it within its mouth and then jumping out in front of him disappearing into the void. Aegnor will then lull his head back onto the wood before everything including him makes an abrupt stop jolting a bunch of metal into him as he winces in pain as he sees a large shadow at the back of the carriage open it up as Khidell stares at Aegnor before jutting their head insinuating to follow. Aegnor grabs his sickle blade with the metal humming with an orange glow as he walks out turning as he passes the soldiers and the other carriage while also dodging the foot of the gargant looking out like everyone else.
Aegnor looks out from the cliff as the wind flows through his mask as he reaches behind his head and pulls it off as his loose hair flows out, looking dumbfounded seeing the sight of the Dell. The tall columns of water on peaking almost floating rocks crashing into the lushious ground with the glint of all kinds of colors as realmgates appear and disappear like glinting jewels adorning a chalice. Aegnor will huff with a chuckle before looking back to his warband as he speaks. “We make for the west for encampment and clues to the engine, let us embark.” He puts back on his gas mask as he sheathed his sickle into it’s stash as he steps ahead of everyone, flanked by his warband close behind. Although this land is beautiful, something felt like it was piercing an arrow into his head. Something might be watching, but it could very well just be Khidell. He is distracted with a new sight, one that is of that of a monolithic crevasse that glows with a red exterior and amber hues recoiling throughout the inner walls of the far off sight.
He does not think more on this, but the lurking skinks within the underbrush whisper in secret as they move into the trees.
