[hr][hr][h2][b][i][color=Silver][center]Rathe Grey & [color=blue]Chiya![/color]
Location: Traversing the Realm of Terreille[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2]
[hr]

Rathe and his expedition party had quiet the trip heading away from the fort they all called home to venture deep into the Realm of Terreille. The long stretch of lands that led from the rocky crags of the Askavi Mountains all the way to the forests and fields of the realm proper. Having spent such a great, long time high in the mountains robs one of their memories of beauty that nature can provide. For Rathe in particular it is far to rare that he ventured from the peak that he called home and for Chiya this was quiet literally his first time. Taken as a pup to slavery he was never privy to the sights of nature beyond the mountains. Of course he'd heard of them from the soldiers of the fort, but that only gave him a greater need to seek out these wondrous sights, and the ocean to boot!

The first leg of their journey was calm and peaceful. Sleeping in nights under the cover of tents and pavilions, striking fires to stave off the cold winds of the high peaks. However, after a week of work through the higher altitudes of the world the party found the more temperate climate that waited for them in the forests. Chiya couldn't contain himself and from that point on refused to sit upon Rathe's shoulder for transportation. Instead he ran about, chasing circles around the party as they continued on, determined to get answers. Still didn't mean that some fun couldn't be had and several of the party members began to chase after Chiya, playing with him when energy was abound and spirits were high at the fire. Much to Chiya's joy and entertainment. Rathe stayed to his course as he had a goal in mind. He needed answers and Heketah had to provide them. She had 12 names to know, and 12 accounts of murder to be charged with. He was nothing, but a man of conviction and right now his path took him to Hyall.

It wasn't too long before they met another on the road. It was a rare sight indeed and a welcome one as the party greeted her in kind, wishing her well just as she did to them. Given her appearance she must have been a Priestess and that only served to compound the warm feelings. The men and women of Helios were almost like them in an abstract sense. Protecting the gates that lead to new worlds.

Time passed on and Chiya tried, and succeeded, to take Rathe's mind off his mission a few times, but still he was brought back and just in time for the party to crest a small hill at the cusp of a forest. Seeing the trees part, just as the land unfurled before them to show the outskirts of Hyall. Having already been on the trail for a few weeks it was a welcomed sight and one that came after a hard day of travel. Even Chiya was tired and resting on Rathe's shoulder to pass the last few legs of the journey. Similarly Rathe was no fool. Though he knew that his quarry rested in the big, luxurious castle that sat deeper in the town, but who useful would his men and he would be if they were tired and ragged from the road. Instead Rathe guided his men through the streets which made a strange sight given their abnormal garb as well as their militaristic movements. They did not belong in a city of merchants and barters.

Before long though the party made their way to an inn that seemed to be reputable and well traveled. This meant that the likelihood of foul agents would be minimal, given that so many must venture in and out each day. Nobody could spend enough time to set up their respective shop. Upon stepping inside Rathe approached the bar proper, greeting the keeper and ordering three rooms to be reserved for himself and his compatriots. Upon giving the keys to his men they retired to go and rest while they had the chance to.

Rathe stayed present in the common room of the inn taking to an empty seat away from people as he rested Harbinger at a leaning position. Still firmly in his grasp to give the big, imposing man a sense of power about him. That in turn kept folks at bay. For Chiya however, he was rested from Rathe's shoulder and now was curious about all the sights and smells that he was experiencing. Leaping down from Rathe's shoulder to the table and then to the floor after a brief shake to get the sleep out of his bones. Running around and scampering about the inn to greet new people and of course investigate all the nice new smells.