[center]Aëyr, selkie. Western Watch Tower.
Slipper, Stealthy, Endurance Training; running and aquatic conditions.[/center]
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Walking slowly near the rear of the group, Aëyr sipped some water from her canteen. Though she had grown accustomed to the relative dehydration of the landborne races ever since she'd lost her coat in the heat of the merchant ship, she was still aquatic by nature, and always preferred to keep water flowing through her.

Her companions, the Queen's Blades, fascinated her. Born in isolation and raised in the confines of a Southblood brothel, she had seen little in the way of the many races of the world. Selkies, merfolk, humans, elves, goblins, orcs... Those had been the norm in her world, the beings she shared the land beneath the sky with. And though here, amongst these warriors and mages, such races took rank, others less known to her made their way. [i]Greef[/i], the centaur; [i]Drah-za[/i], the sprite; and Dread Fang, the scarab. If scarab is all that he can be said to be.

She heard a commotion from the front of the group, and edged her way into earsight. A danger was unraveling in the village, and their help would be needed immediately. The group split in what seemed to her to be a disorganized frenzy at the words of the danger's herald.

Aëyr stood transfixed for a moment, uncertain as to where to go. There were no clear indicators of what path would suit her talents most.

In the spur of the moment, the dark-skinned woman caught her eye. [i]A fellow slave,[/i] she pondered. As Abida moved off, Aëyr rushed over to follow close behind. Her decisive movement towards the tower reassured Aëyr, who was not much of a leader.

She managed to keep up with her almost effortlessly, and they arrived at the Tower in good time. Surprisingly, there was little action here. Almost no sings of trouble whatsoever, the guards manning their posts as if naught were awry.

The crows caught her eye, as she apparently caught hers. Untying her sling from around her waist, she placed a smooth stone into its pouch and slowly began to swing it in circles at her side. She was ready to lash out at any bird that should take flight towards them.