[h2] Jakobe Russenfalt- Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/h2]

Appearing from the stables astride his war horse, Jakobe took a look at everybody else gathered. There had been a few new additions from his memory, and he decided to acquaint himself with the most abundantly obvious one- the wyvern rider basking in the sunlight, watching the others. Actually, it seemed that the rider was particularly interested in one person- the dark mage Nickolas, the one from the north. What about Nickolas was intriguing this other rider wasn't evident to Jakobe, but he didn't let that stop his approach. As he neared the man, Jakobe carefully dismounted his horse, waving his arm to tell his partner to follow.

"Now that is a hell of a wyvern you've got there. I was never a flier myself, prefer to keep my feet on the ground. Can see the appeal, though. Man wasn't born to fly, but with a Pegasus or a wyvern you can near touch the clouds." As he came within a dozen or so feet, the pair stopped, Jakobe's hand coming to rest on his stallion's neck. "Got a name? My guy here's called Thunderclap."