The introductions were flying fast as the fate of their uninvited guest's fate was determined by that oldest and most time honored of methods. That of begrudging approval of the man in charge, not that the half breed didn't voice any number of objections. Then again somebody had to assume the role of devils advocate and Raze seemed the elf for the job and the kind of man to see it through.
The Kamael however felt little need to join the general rush of speech, the words of his companions doing an admirable job of filling in the morning air left empty by his lack of participation. had after all said enough to last days, and indeed more then he had spoken in days.
He instead spent the time his companions did in talk in observation of the lady who revealed herself as Sakura. A woman named after a cherry tree the runaway struck Dinan as a little over eager to leave what ever was behind her. True he had spoken in her defense and would do again but he agreed with the hybrid in his summary of a mercenary's life.
And this Sakura seemed ill suited to the rigors of a life lived by the sword. Beautiful enough by human standards the angel had to wonder exactly what the circumstances that led this high born human woman to her present position were.
But such musings were put on hold however as Raze dug out the letter Shyc had given him earlier. Reading the royal missive quickly their leader informed the rest of them
Spies, who exactly does Her Majesty think she is kidding. The winged warrior thought a annoyed flickering of his wing as Raze informed them of their next destination. Sure send a band of hired soldiers to do the job of a spy. What could go wrong with that? Dinan scoffed mentally.
The Kamael did not object to the morality behind the concept of intrigue or spying in general. After all the children of Mystria practiced the concept of Total War in its entirety. Rather the angels realized that their hopes of going unnoticed were rather slim, wings tend to mark one out in a crowd. Still such was life and Dinan did not see the point in thinking else wise. And anything was better then playing courier again.
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The fetid swamps of Dunn were ahead in all their glory and a more hated place was not to be found in all the realms. And it wasn't the fact the mercenaries sole reason to be here was the ferreting out the secrets of its equally loathsome King. No this child of azure sky knew his morning flights were over for the time being and it left a foul taste in his mouth to have to walk the dirt like a human.
The terrian forbid flying unless he left the visual range of his fellow soldiers of fortune's, something that during a mission Dinan tried to avoid. That and just looking at the place made him want a bath, he really hated swamps.
" Fine on my part, just never liked Dunn. Four hundred years and this blasted place still makes me sick just looking at it..That and I could use a bath." The one winged angel replied with a twist of his mouth as the words Dunn left his mouth. Such was the winged warrior's distaste of this poisoned marsh of a Kingdom...A fitting place Dinan would say for its King if asked.
But likely he wouldn't answer the question with such an open reply. After all opinions were sometimes dangerous things to bandy about with the utter abadon of a whore's kiss.
Striding into the Kingdom of Dunn with a flap of his wing he took one last look at the blue and untainted sky with a longing that seemed almost mournful. Dinan then followed his companions into the depths.