[center][h3][color=39b54a]Dorter, Trade City[/color][/h3][/center]


	[@Cyrania]

	The Viera paused for a moment, seeming slightly conflicted as Jo-Anne spoke. Livia gave a heavy sigh as she put on a subtle smile, "This one is going to meet with her sisters shortly. They must be told of the towns plans. We have kept separated ourselves for to maintain our way of living, but we cannot hope to survive on our own... There are too little of us left." As she spoke, Jo-Anne could tell she was somewhat saddened by her own remarks, but the remorse slowly changed to curiosity.

	"What of your own kin? You have strange powers, some that this one has never seen before. Is everyone of your clan capable of this feat?" As she asked her question, she'd motion for the Taguel to follow, both of them heading towards the gates of the city. Normally there would be guards stationed here, however almost no one was present. Almost everyone in town was busy gathering their belongings and readying carts for their treks... Others were preparing to stay here, refusing to follow the rest of the towns populous. It's obvious the divide was coming, but for now Taguel was being led into the forest to meet the Livia's clan.

	[@Evanist]

	As the moogle led his mount to the stables, he couldn't help but notice the activity of the city. After the assembly, the towns-people seemed to spring to life, though seeming more desperate than ever, families darting back and forth between houses and carts, shop owners raiding their own stalls for potions and other useful items. This chaos would continue all the way to the stables, oddly the only calm place as the mounts seemed oblivious to the hustle and bustle. Erion had no problem leading Boco to his own stall, Erion could see that the human from earlier was no where to be seen. It seemed odd, but nothing seemed too out of place... However, that Wyvern from earlier was no longer there, yet the multicolored chocobos in the stables from before still were scratching around their pin.

	[@Lugia]

	Despite his attempt to warn the people about him, no one seemed to pay the Black Mage any mind. As he stood in the now emptying square, Robert could see all manner of people scurrying about in preparation for the approaching travels. Nothing seemed to really catch Robert's eyes, the trio on the stage had left for the headquarters located further into the town.

	[@Crimson Raven]

	As Gabranth waited patiently inside this interior room, having been escorted to the 'HQ' by the same soldier that had been speaking on the situation at hand. There wasn't much in the room to speak of, merely a long table with multiple chairs, a few candles, maps, and other tomes and texts scattered about. It seemed this was where the leaders of this town planned their actions, several pins and knives posted around the map seeming to mark several locations. Off in a corner was the woman who he had first seen upon waking up, her clothes dirtied and torn slightly- though the woman herself seemed no worse for wear. It was obvious she was uncomfortable here, making it a point to not make eye contact with the armored warrior as she sat in silence.

	The silence didn't last long however, a sudden slamming of an outter door causing the woman to practically leap out of her chair to attention. Heavy footsteps could be heard outside the room to where they both sat, steadily approaching the door before it was slammed open. In the doorway stood a man similarly armored to Gabranth, though the metal plates were of a darker hue. In fact, it was odd... It was almost as if the metal seemed to absorb all light around it and cause it to fade into darkness. The visage on the pale elder warriors face was that of anger, marching forward towards Gabranth as he held a bright green jewel within his grasp.

	"Who are you?" his voice seemed to demand an answer.[hr]

[center][h3][color=1a7b30]Forest around Dorter[/color][/h3][/center]


	[@Eklispe]

	The forest seemed to grow more twisted and thicker around Arus, making even the open forest a claustrophobic experience. Yet as he steeled his will, he'd eventually come to the opposite edge, a large hill looming over the area around it- atop it sat a rather small church. The tracks from the chocobo definitely led towards the stone structure, Arus following without delay. Despite the unfamiliar symbols, it was clear that this was a holy place- the odd welcoming presence a stark contrast to the ominous feeling just outside it's walls. Sure enough, there was Holliander's chocobo, actually tied to a stone statue. However, the elderly knight was no where to be seen.