[color=darkturquoise][h3][b]Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar[/b]
The Vale, [i]The Mystical Martin.[/i][/h3][/color]

[color=darkturquoise]"Actually, I was thinking it would be a team effort, but I'm sure not all of us would be too interested in the idea, after all, now that your point has been raised. We certainly don't have a cask or bottle to safely keep in them, either!"[/color] Cesar laughed, in referenced to the previous ideas stayed. It was a jest not in ill will, but to make a bit more light of the situation.

[color=darkturquoise]"But you are right, regardless. Time is of the essence and we cannot spend it training birds! I say, then, we rest now, so that in the future, we may even greater beasts, such as a pegasus, or... a flying dolphin! But we really should get rid of those stones, first."[/color]

Cesar flexed his fingers before taking a long yawn. He seemed quite tired from their day's journey.

[color=darkturquoise]"If we can, then I wish to retire early, if that's fine with everyone. I'll wake everyone up come morning with a beautiful tune, and we can get back onto exploring this strange, strange land!"[/color]