Fanilly spurred her mare onward as she contemplated the situation. Tyaethe... Tyaethe was no-where to be found. The blonde girl was somewhat worried that the paladin had... gone ahead, so to speak. It was so like the immortal knight, wasn't it... Regardless of that fact, they had a duty to attend to. If Tyaethe was already there... they'd have to meet up with her. There were innocent lives at stake, and they had to work quickly to learn the details of the proposed plan and work together. And so, Fanilly lead her knights further down the road.

Ahead of them loomed what were at once familiar and unfamiliar sights. Fanilly was a daughter of nobility, and so it was hardly as if she'd never seen the flag of Ithillin before. The pierced griffon was based on a legend, as she recalled, of a griffon that had given its life to defend the royal family even after it was impaled with a greatlance. Ever since then, the pierced griffon had always been a symbol of Ithillin.

However, she was not familiar with the swan, and she had never laid eyes upon this fort before.

And that massive man, sat astride a monster of a horse... that man held some form of high position. Fanilly slowed her mare to an even trot as she came towards him.

"I am Fanilly Danbalion, Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses," she introduced herself, "I only wish we were meeting at a better time."