[h3]Dylan Caercot, Courier[/h3] Dylan readjusted his goggles as he pushed Andromeda towards the ground. He was getting close to his next stop, a village if he remembered correctly. He checked his mailbag, making sure that it was attached to the saddle securely. He would hate to lose it just before he arrived. Looking down, he saw how worn our his pegasus was, and he gently stroked the side of her neck. [b]"Don't worry Andromeda, we'll get to rest at this next place for a while. It's our last delivery for a while."[/b] He smiled a little, and continued stroking the neck of his Pegasus as they came close to the ground, landing just out of the town. He stopped, and blinked as he saw bodies at the edge of town, Andromeda reared, and it was all Dylan could do to not fall off. [b]"Calm down, we'll go in carefully, figure out what's going on, okay girl?"[/b] He started gently stroking her mane again, and eased her forward, pulling the lance off his back. It felt somewhat unnatural in his hand, and he shifted a bit on the saddle, quietly and continuously consoling Andromeda. Continuing to ease her forward he didn't see anyone immediately about. [b]"These guys don't look like normal citizens. Be careful girl."[/b] He whispered this softly between Andromeda's ears, and he felt he stir a bit while he made sure the mark on his suit that said he was a courier was visible. Who was fighting them? A detachment from the army wouldn't of bothered come back here to a village instead of fighting at the front lines. He thought to himself, continuing on, looking out for any sudden attacks. Curiosity was getting the best of him. Maybe it was the Reclaimers he had so wanted to join a few days ago. If he remembered right they would've left the capital fairly recently, so maybe they had been staying here when raiders attacked. That though made Dylan excited, and he gripped his lance tighter as he pushed his Pegasus into a canter, much to her dismay. He knew he would soon be in sight of the fray, and he couldn't help but wonder if the Reclaimers had their own uniform, or if they dressed like the rest of the army.