[h2]Gillian[/h2]
“Tight in the chest and ridding up like I’ve got a saddle on my neck.” Gill grumbled as ‘Sult’ trotted along his side. “But otherwise, very pleasant. ‘S Nice to have a complete set for once. Everything just sort of clips together. Wonder if they’d notice if I just kept it…..” He begins, before trailing off as the groups destination finally came into view. 

As the Illithin boarded loomed into view, a sizable fort burdened by luminescent white and blue banners emblazoned with a Griffon being pierced by a lance of sorts. Flags and banners of local lords hung from the ramparts, a garish pink swan banner seemed to be the tallest of these interlopers, standing a good story above its nearest competitor and hanging mere inches from the dirt. Weather these displayers were acts of patriotic fervor or simply there to remind intruders to whom this land belonged was hard to say.
 
A small detachment of Illithin’s finest awaited them much farther down the road. Its leader, a monster of a man nearly dwarfing Tyaethe strode upon an equally monstrous stallion. He was unarmored, though his fine dress and crisp white sash across his chest suggested he was an officer or official of sorts. He waved at the Rose’s, an air of comrade and warmth radiating off him that was almost sickeningly saccharine, even at this distance.