Rhoynar walked, his strides not much more than a stroll. He had no intention of rushing this journey. The Second East was a week on board a ship, two weeks on board a ship from the Capital. Meerai stood as the first beacon on top of the largest desert anyone had seen. It stretched for days. There cities dotted about, none were formed under one banner. Each city was a kingdom, filled with slaves and would be kings. Many families in the Nymeria were said to have originated from these cities. More often than not these families were not slaves, but simple civilians, others were much, much more. Daeron was a name pulled from the Kalisai word '[i]Daeronai[/i]' which meant 'master'. The now noble house of Daeron had moved West when their city was attacked, leaving them to flee with a small gathering of their belongings with a good number of them dying on the way. Despite it's illegal nature, the family still shifted slaves from inside their new home and into the deserts beyond.

"I suppose we can both rest once we're sat down on board a ship." He commented, climbing the five steps out of the gardens. The keep stood above a tall climb of one hundreds steps above the city below, reaching well above the roofs of the houses that covered the streets ahead. "I would recommend we travel east on horseback; the boats are much faster in the east." Rhoynar glanced over at the women he would have by his side for some time. She was pale, clearly not from the south or the east like himself. She'd mentioned something of a guild.. Northern perhaps. The man soon decided it would be amusing to see her reactions to the heat of the deserts beyond. He'd not experienced them himself for some time. "We can buy horses with the money he's already given us. The right kind will get us where we need to be in only days." He added, beginning the long descent down the stairs and into the bustling and less than glamorous streets below.