Taunie's story was quite a sad one. But not something unheard of either. He had heard stories of parents being a bit afraid of their children hurting themselves if they showed aptitude in magic. Not that his life was perfect. As a 17 year old teen, suddenly his father had just disappeared. The dragon he had relied on most of his life was suddenly nowhere to be found. Ansel might have been used to living away from civilisation, but only with his father to watch over him. It wasn't as bad as being the cause of the death of a sibling though.

For the rest of the ride was spent in silence. Though it only took a few more minutes to get to their destination. After that they walked through the forest for what seemed like several hours at least. To the point where Ansel was actually lost, and would have a hard time finding his way back.

However then their target came into view. A small log cabin and a camp site. The man followed Taunie's example and hid in the bushes with her. Then came a quick explanation of what the plan was. It sounded simple enough, if nothing went wrong. But in his experience, there was always a high chance of something going wrong with plans like these. "Sounds a bit boring, but I don't feel up to fighting them head on just yet. Give me a moment though...a wall that big requires a little preparation.

Ansel placed his hands on the ground and started to concentrate. All dragon slayers had some kind of special skill unique to their element. And for him that was the ability to sense the ground in a certain area. Where hard or soft rock was, if there were tunnels, things like that. Galzra was even able to sense any movement on the surface, but Ansel hadn't gotten that far yet. After about 10 seconds he looked up and nodded. "Okay, ready." He spoke, turning his gaze to Valier a moment later. "You can do it buddy. I'll be right over if need be." He reassured his feline friend, whom gave a nod in return. "Of course. Something like this is a simple task." Valier replied, before focusing on the camp site. Then a little bit later, when the least amount of people were outside and the ones that were weren't paying attention, the cat summoned his wings and flew towards the stands with scrolls on them as fast as he could.