[h1][color=slategray]Kantus[/color] and [color=royalblue]Baldwin[/color][/h1]
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[indent][i][b]November 18, 11:33 PM
Arboretum[/b][/i][/indent]
[color=slategray]“Now.”[/color]

Kantus made a sprint towards the wall bordering the Arboretum district, separating it from the outside mountain range. As he ran, his garb began to rise up from the fringe, and from both sides rose two wings of ragged black feathers. With one swift motion, he jumped and flung himself over the wall with one flap, cutting it as close as he could, landing on the snowy rock outside and immediately retracting his wings. He looked back towards the watchtower, seeing its lights still focused on the ongoing diversions.

Moments later, Baldwin had joined him. He landed beside Kantus and stood up, his hands reverting to their original form from a pair of meaty claws with bone spikes protruding from them.

[color=royalblue]“Might I ask why we didn’t just use one of the passageways?”[/color] Baldwin questioned, brushing some snow off his coat. [color=royalblue]“This isn’t a [i]prison[/i], old bird.”[/color]

[color=slategray]“As far as the Engineers know, we are both sound asleep in our homes.”[/color] Kantus replied, [color=slategray]“We cannot have our departure be put on any form of record.”[/color] He began moving forward, towards the bordering mountaintops, feet pushing aside the snow.

[color=slategray]“Now come.”[/color] Kantus said, [color=slategray]“We must descend.”[/color]