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"Your skills as a tactician are still sharp Griffin-Rider."
"The unicorn rider has been located in Tempress Cape, a place our Lady Sahira is very familiar with."
Trytheus bowed his head at the praise, accepting it, yet not attempting to force the issue. He disliked the idea that others viewed him as a vainglorious and in love with his own image, as some of the Forge Knights were of late, it was an often occurring issue that would rear its ugly head, often times one or another Forge Knight would believe himself greater than the established order or believe the Order itself was above all others and would try to press their claim heavily, often with force being the only resolution.

He looked across at the phoenix rider as he departed the meeting without being dismissed, he couldn't quiet decide if the brash personality or the ever glaring heat of the sun was going to cause the larger headache.
"Ladies Gemini, by your leave I depart to undertake this most necessary of tasks." He gave a short bow to the twins, with Mavegen giving an upwards jolt of her head in acknowledgement as the two turned together to leave, he swiftly donned his helm once more, leaving on his face exposed, unlike his new companion he did not give a passing remark to the others, or wish them fair well- simply because he did not think they needed it, their task was a simple one and of no great danger if they acted with haste.

He picked up Mavegens saddle from where it lay just beyond the door and knelt down before the griffon, it was a mark of respect from man to beast, asking rather than assuming that the saddle be placed and he be permitted to ride once more. Mavegen was a slight tilt of the head and raising her left foreclaw, a gesture he recognised as a smile and acceptance, he gave a short nod in reply. The saddle was a simple thing, hard boiled leather that served only for something to hold him on during aerial maneuvers, as well as a place to hold his warhammer, a weapon he crafted himself as was tradition. The last piece of the saddle to be fitted was the bridle, which unlike with a horse was placed around Mavegens powerful neck, he did not direct Mavegen in flight, instead the reins were for him to hold onto, lest he fall off to his early reincarnation before his time. With his riding gear reattached his gave a gentle pat on Mavegens shoulder, as a kind thank you for her patience in the task and swiftly mounted, before being carried down to where the phoenix rider stood.

"I’m sure the Ever Noble and Great Griffin Rider will have no trouble with a little walk in some sand."
It would be the personality then.
"Indeed I would not, 'Sahria', but the deserts are not a place for a man in plate and Mavegen shall carry none but I. Enjoy the sands of your homeland as I enjoy its sky, I shall return if we see something of note or the sun reaches four fingers hence from the horizon. Don't get lost." Without waiting for a chance to retort, Mavegen took first one then another bound before bursting upwards into the air, her wings splayed out as she pushed herself upwards, resulting in Trytheus' cloak to billow out behind him, and for a great blast of sand to be kicked up into the air.