[b]T[/b]he colours of the blue and silver Griffon that hang from the fort within Midgate had a rather disturbing look to it, flabbering about. Seemed like it wanted to break free from its chains with the aid of the strong wind that had taken host upon the town, but the chains would have none of it. It kept on "flabbering" about. "Flabbering." The man with a pipe outside an inn within Midgate began thinking upon the word. "Flabbering." He couldn't really set the word on how the Yulian flag was acting. Crazy one could say, but nay. "Flabbering" sounded like a better word for it's current state. He shook his head at the current thoughts that hurried about within his head, this wasn't the time nor place for such distracting thoughts. Quick as it came, the thought was pushed away as the man, Luthon, made his way within the tavern. The building hosted various folks, from farmers to merchants, to plebs to soldiers of the Griffon. A familiar fellow waved at Luthon from across the inn, gesturing him to come with some beverages. If the man had been a simple farmer or a soldier, he would have just ignored the notion. But alas, it was one of his companions. 

Soon as there was two pints of ale in the contents of his hands, he made way for the table with the known folks. Rest was unknowns, which was good for their case and hides. A satisfied grunt escapes his companion as Luthon sits down at the table, clearly content with the ale. 

[i]"I know you're big on the whole Sommersweet wine, man, but nothing beats a proper ale in the late evening. Away from the missus and the kids, harh. Reminds me of the good ol' days."[/i]

The words poured out of the companion quickly as he had managed to chug one fourth of the ale, clearly content. 

[i]"Well, I reckon there are loads of things that reminds you of the 'good ol days'. I don't think a 'missus' and the 'kids' are one of the said things."[/i]

A grin is displayed from the companion's face as Luthon replies.

[i]"Harh, you reckon correctly chap. Sure, I've fathered some bastards, never sired one though. Reckon their mothers flaying me should I try it. Harh."[/i]

The last words of the companion before ale consumes the whole portions of his mouth. Luthon sipped from his ale, not really enjoying it but made him look more at place within the inn. He offered the insides of the inn a scan as he sipped, noticing anything worth noticing. A table or two filled with Yulian runts with swords, the rest was occupied by patrons he imagined. Old men, too old to die in the war, yet too young to die from natural causes. By the bar counter, there was a little host of four men, he noticed. Not patrons or Yulians. But merchants, he reckoned, by the amount of coin-purses hanging from their belts. His own coin purse was feeling a tad light, but alas, he had more. There would always be more coin for a man with kinship to the throne. Rightful throne to Aressa, he corrected within his mind. A distaste glance at the Yulian men was shot. Words begin to pour out from his companion once more.

[i]"Well, I've got news by the by. Our boys have set up camp in some woods half an hour away from here, won't be detected. Or well, might have been detected if I was there with ale in my blood, harh. Nonetheless, got a boy in the outskirts of the town that are ready for departure to our camp should there be need for it."[/i]

A rather stretched moment was between the words and the answer.

[i]"Grand. We shan't be here for long, we've a bitch to impregnate."[/i]

A devious grin appears on the face of his companion as he chugs down the last remains of his ale. The rather harsh words used for a Knight of the Wolf Order was a code word, actually. It meant that infiltrating the prison would soon occur.