[center][color=crimson][h3]Malveil: Main Street[/h3][/color][/center]

Malveil was in a bind. If these two were the only ones he had to fight, they would have gone down easily. A run-through with a lance, a shot from a gun, and it would all be over. But judging by the shambling figures behind them, they were definitely not alone. The fact that all of them could fly was a problem as well. Still, he noticed that in order to fly, the bird-woman had to transform her arms into wings, and vice versa if she wanted to land. He didn’t know how tough their wings were, but he’d assume that they were about the same density and weight as a normal bird’s, or else flying would be a bit of a problem. Even so, avoiding confrontation seemed to be the best course of action. 

[color=crimson]“Ah, I am merely a man trying to make sense of my surroundings. As you can see, me and my men aren’t particularly familiar with this strange land. But if you must know, my name is Malveil, of the Silverlocke blood, and I’ve come here to find someone. You wouldn’t have happened to see a raging, armor-clad woman swinging around a red sword, have you?”[/color]

Still, these woman-bird hybrids might prove useful to him if they knew anything about Saria, or more importantly, the Red Blade. If he did find her, he’d prefer to find a corpse. Fighting her was the last thing he wanted to do; not because of some familial love or trivial reasons like that, but because he genuinely feared her.

The one riding the griffon was particularly interesting, however. As far as he could tell, she was the only one riding such a beast. Thus, she was most likely their leader. Good for him, since that Griffon was a massive target for Craven, should the need arise. Maybe cutting the head off the serpent would be a good idea, but he decided to wait and see where this went.