Snippet #1013422

Roka marched down to his camp site where the two black ships stood, around one was the remaining members of Roka's team. Roka squinted as he approached them, the team of Malkini's Knights behind him. Roka was silently for a moment as his Knights looked on at him. He did not want to tell them that their teammate had died, the black Knight among them, the very best. "We will head to the Capima Islands, to the capital city of Sor," Roka spoke slowly. "Tailor will not be joining us. The mission got the best of him."

Roka's Knights gave a nod of understanding, and then entered their ship. Roka turned to Oseal, who stood behind Malkini's Knights. "I will fly our ship to the Capima Islands," Roka said to the group and Oseal. "You will follow me in your ship. Oseal will stay with you all until the make it there, just to make sure Sirs Loki and Xeroux here don't, somehow, escape."

"Aye sir," Oseal said, before hurrying off to get some supplies from his tent. Roka watched him scurry before turning back to the Knights. "Capima will be less than a days travel," He said. "I suggest you get your defense ready on the trip." Without another word Roka turned and made his way onto his ship.

Jove sighed. "Looks like we're going to court, then." He muttered. As he did Oseal came back toward them, a bag slung on his shoulders.

"Ready then?" Oseal asked.

Jove gave a nod and the group boarded their ship. Roka's ship lifted off beside them and made its way into the sky. Jove began the ships engines and it too lifted, following Roka.