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The memory of his men lying there at his feet caused Edward to give his head a hard shake, snapping himself out of the brief day dream. He was sitting in a busy tavern, about twenty miles South of Thahill. He had ditched his previous attire, which was once decorated with the various awards he had won during the Seven year war, for something less noticeable. A black tunic with matching black boots and pants with a red sash tied around his waist to holster his sword. His torso was draped with a black trench coat that covered most of his body, and sitting in the dim light made him blend in with the dark of the night fairly well. The only thing he kept from his previous clothing was the thunder medallion that hung around his neck the former King of Thahill gave him when he was first appointed General.
Edward watched the various beings mingle about in the tavern, with no real interest in any of them. That is, until a certain pair caught his eye as they walked in. He immediately knew who they were, and quickly made his way out of the tavern. Damn bounty hunters. How the hell did they catch up to me so fast? He thought, making his way through the quiet village. After some distance from them, he slipped into an alley, hoping they weren't giving chase. It seemed to have worked, and after hopping a fence that bordered the town, he disappeared into the night, unaware that there was another presence following...
An hour later Valeria had set up camp and was in the middle of eating some of her rations. 'I wonder if I am even able to recognize him.' She looked up at the night sky 'What have you gotten yourself into Edward?' Valeria had gotten used to the blurry lights of the night sky. “Tomorrow we’ll find him… Definitely.” A smile occurred only to soon disappear “I should really stop talking to myself…”
Locating the nearest town, Adriel urges her horse to go a bit faster. She smiled and took a deep breath as she rode, enjoying the cool night air as she rode. The air reminded her of her home and of many nights spent "flying" over it, though really it was mostly gliding or hovering. It had always been one of Adriel's dreams to actually fly, but that would take a lot of energy, and wouldn't last near long enough. Her imagination then wandered back to her objective. "Is it too much to hope that he's in the next town? Then again it'd almost be better if he wasn't." she whispered to herself, thinking of her hunger and the tiredness which was catching up to her, and of how, if she found him, she'd have to start on the way back to Lamor right away. She then sighed, Why'd all this have to happen, I was about to teach gliding before this..
Looking around Gwendolyn recognized the path that would lead her to the edge of Uzgal's land, where she knew her sturdiest horse and supplies waited for her a the inn they had been delivered to 3 days ago. It had taken two days to decide who would be entrusted on the mission and three more to convince her father to let her go, nevertheless she had made it and in speculation she grudgingly admitted that she hadn't lost much time.
About an hour later Gwendolyn reached the inn and immediatly gathered her supplies and left on horseback soon after. Her stallion, Night, was a large being, almost large enough to be considered a war horse, and had a pitch black coat covered in white specks like stars in the sky. As she rode off Gwendolyn only looked back once before truly leaving her country and heading off in the directing she had heard rumors of the General being in. Though the rumors had come from bounty hunters the information had been trusted due to the sum of money paid for it and the threat of death if they lied. Now, Gwendolyn rode fullspeed towards her mission and the Thahill General.
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