[h1]Sunfire. Rest Easy Inn[/h1]
The milky white angelic wings on Velai’s back that nearly met the floor as she stood were neatly folded on her back. Their coloration on the ends have been dirtied a bit as well as her legs and knees from being on the ground earlier. The incident still had her rattling inside and she feared it would not ever be over. Her eyes reflected the warm light  from the fireplace that her and Paon sat in front of. After altering a patron to go tell the guards Velai moved Paon to a warm rug made from fresh animal furs. 

There she tended to Paon’s wounds. The warm light glowed upon their flesh and illuminated the sweat and stress on their faces for each other to see. They faced away from the other patrons who were occupied speaking with guards on what they saw. To the people of Sunfire the events have been resonating around this inn and if not for its past accomplishments of pleasing many for decades it would be barred off. A guard remained on duty within the bar and inn now indefinitely to keep watch.

 Even more so as the door to Mirror’s room was opened with force and inside nothing was found but an open window and an empty wall safe. Velai let Paon rest by sitting up as he pleased while she knelt next to him with a damp cloth to wipe his wounds. “Hold still.” She spoke softly as she applied the ointment beneath the cloth. It layered a transparent green liquid that had a thick consistency. It gave a feint glow when applied. 

“I don’t have much of this. But this together with my soul’s charge should help you recover from the minor damage very quickly…” She applied a bandage to the wounds that were white and thin like paper but had a sponge like object beneath it that absorbed his blood. “Besides that the Taxis can help… although they are busy with the war.” She gasped at the thought of more peril befalling her night. It was really early now and she did not know if any of the earlier patrons she got to know so well survived or not. With this she sighed deeply. “My name is Velai… Thank you so much for what you did back there.” Her eyes watered as she spoke with an entirely unaware expression as she attempted to smile. [i]Mirror I’m sorry.[/i]
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[h1]Vrondi. North of Sunfire[/h1]

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“Good work back there… Baqar. Just remember when we get to the city to try to think outside of the box. I can’t keep telling you what to do every time.” 

The dark skies gave little illumination to the black beast that steadily stepped it’s four legs upon the surface of a beaten path within the swaying jungle leaves. Vrondi’s land was quiet now, the flashes and screams were nothing but whispers in the dark. The horrors of the battles still waging were silent here. The glowing eyes of a man, the moon’s weak reflection upon the light green horns of the boy or the red of the mans. The heavy breathes of the black beast with its red eyes that lacked the conscious doted sphere of a pupil. 

The boy sat behind the erected pillar that was the man Ziton. Ziton’s hands were grasping the reigns of the beast that strolled along, making little noise as it did so in comparison to the whistling tree limbs. A trembling was felt by Ziton on his leather. “Don’t be afraid of the wind but what it carries with it.” Ziton muttered with a slight turn of his head before returning it to its forward positon. The boy named Baqar whimpered and turned his head against the back of Ziton’s leather garment. “What is in the wind?” He asked with a tender voice. The white fanged grin of Ziton emerged on his face before his supple lips parted to speak a simple word that carried like the wind. “Change.” After saying this he let go of a rolled up paper that begged to join the breeze’s flow. It opened revealing the bounty papers for him and the boy was within said image now. 

Behind the traveling group, besides their bags of belongings all stuffed within a leather sack so much so it has reached an disproportional circular shape, was a caravan with a fading torch next to a bloodied body of a Sol man. Papers of the same bounty sheet were scattered about the ground and met the flame of the torch. One by one they burned away. 

Ziton’s chuckle could be heard in the winds as he disappeared into the black bush before the sun’s early rays even met the horizon.
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[h1]Vrondi’s Capital[/h1]

A bright streak of light could be seen above Vrondi’s capital soaring across it and toward the highest structure where the castle of Vrondi sat. There him and his followers met many of the world’s greatest leaders to speak and have their orders. It also held within the foundation of not only Vrondi but the ancient dragons that once ruled the land and skies of this territory. The light faded away as it met the castle and inside the king of Vrondi was said to be recovering from the night of battle. Just as the sun broke its light free from the edge of the planet’s surface did the glow of the high tower begin to be seen. The reflected twilight gave a shimmer to the castle of Vrondi’s King. 

The light gave life to many of creatures of Vrondi, one particular one leaped from his bed of vines and met the window to greet the early light. He placed a dusty cap on and grabbed a bag filled with rolled papers. He darted outside, the young Sol lad with white hair and crimson eyes. He made his way down barefoot through the clean corridors created by the tall buildings that cast shadows on his figure. He made a stop once reaching the center of the city. The area was large but mostly empty save for a few drunks and homeless. He lifted out of his bag a thin rod that turned into a stand.

He placed a paper on the stand which read as he spoke out loud, mostly for preparation to clear his throat. “Meeting of the Kings and Queens of the lands today! Urgent discussion on the brutalities ravaging our land of late! More news inside!”