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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Outside Cynthia's Gate[/i]
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[url=https://puu.sh/yLDeh/140bf878ac.png]Metallic, mechanically intricate. [/url] As tall as a large Naga.
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As foot traffic resumed normal levels, Barion Square became the bustling center for trade and conversation Delteria was known for. The North Gate, also known as Cynthia’s Gate, was designed and constructed by her order using stone and crystal, crafted such that the crystal reflected the rising sun’s rays in beautiful patterns across Barion Square. The more romantic residents of Delteria usually gathered to watch, but today they were joined by a mix of fighters, mages, and politicians preparing for the journey to Lothair and ithica.

Caeleo was standing on the outside of a ring of Delterians, mentally detached from the crowd that was discussing fighting techniques, politics, and fluxcraft. He was eager to set off and unhappy with the widespread lack of urgency. As he scanned the crowd, he spotted a few other like-minded individuals from the night before: Tarkus, Sapphira, Ivory, and Igneous. He quickly broke away and headed towards them. Perhaps this group will want to leave already. 

[color=40ceb6]“Caeleo!”[/color] Ivory was the first to acknowledge his presence, [color=40ceb6]“What’s causing the delay?”[/color] 

[color=695fd8]“Yeah,”[/color] an irritated looking Tarkus chimed in, [color=695fd8]"I could've been selling junk all morning instead of standing around here with the lot of ya."[/color] 

Caeleo was pleasantly surprised by the Naga’s bluntness. [color=c17913]“Time is of the essence,”[/color] he echoed the sentiment, [color=c17913]“but Vulcure insisted on helping the others prepare.”[/color] There was deflection in his voice that betrayed his true emotions on the situation, a shift from his previously monotone and metallic voice. He was getting used to his physical form. 
 
Igneous spoke up, [color=e0115f]“Why do we have to wait for Vulcure?”[/color] The group fell silent. For some reason, nobody had stopped to consider that they could just travel to Lothair on their own. It’s not like it was a difficult road to travel by any means; the riverside path was taken daily by plenty of traders. The group grabbed their belongings nearly in sync and loaded up the 1-horse wagon they had laid claim to earlier that morning. Within a few minutes time they were headed across Lake Delteria's Fae Bridge. 

Most of Delteria's architecture was of human creation, but the bridge was built by Fae craftsman as a gesture of their goodwill. Traces of Delteria's block-ish style could be seen intertwined with the Fae's liberal use of carefully crafted loops, curves, and crystals that both enhance the visual appeal and channel flux to ensure structural integrity. Fae made excellent builders; their flight coupled with their small hands allowed them to quickly and accurately construct any structure with ease. The path north was littered with similar, but smaller bridges made of both wood and stone crossing the Delthair River, almost as if the Fae made them for fun. Sapphira was sure to tell her new friends all about the history of the bridge as they crossed it.