The snow crunched under his high boots. He turned and watched as the Falcon raised into the air. He waved at Raimy as he walked north, nodding to Mikh'a as they and Fury began to move south. He had stripped his bird of its Flame armor, opting for a simple saddle and bridle. He offered Mikh'a a place on the saddle until they reached their destination.
As they traveled he wondered to himself how the others progressed. If all his pawns..... a terrible way to think of his friends he knew, but his time as a soldier had long changed him and he was long past even realizing it. If.... they did as he ordered, as he set them to, there was a chance they would all make it through this alive. This was going to have as price a ponz of flesh, that was obvious to him. He sighed, looking to his companion and feeling excited for him. He had fear in his eyes, but he was a brave boy. This adventure would cause lasting changes to the boy. Erik hoped he was paying attention. As the town came into view Erik pulled close his cloak, pulling the hood further down, covering as best he could. He checked the condition of his sword and shield, under the cover of his cloak. The axe he sported more for look then utility. He had been trained to good levels in the use of such a weapon in the Flames, but he preferred the sword. He mounted Fury and looked down at Mikh'a, "Are you ready for our performance?"
As they traveled he wondered to himself how the others progressed. If all his pawns..... a terrible way to think of his friends he knew, but his time as a soldier had long changed him and he was long past even realizing it. If.... they did as he ordered, as he set them to, there was a chance they would all make it through this alive. This was going to have as price a ponz of flesh, that was obvious to him. He sighed, looking to his companion and feeling excited for him. He had fear in his eyes, but he was a brave boy. This adventure would cause lasting changes to the boy. Erik hoped he was paying attention. As the town came into view Erik pulled close his cloak, pulling the hood further down, covering as best he could. He checked the condition of his sword and shield, under the cover of his cloak. The axe he sported more for look then utility. He had been trained to good levels in the use of such a weapon in the Flames, but he preferred the sword. He mounted Fury and looked down at Mikh'a, "Are you ready for our performance?"
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