[hr][h3][center][color=00aeef]Ferrian[/color][/center][/h3][hr]Ferrian was not sure how he ended up with this group, but he stayed where he was. The hooded Manakete didn't really care where he would end up in. He had honestly not been here to honestly partake in this meeting. He was not called upon to do so, at the very least. He intended to make a stop here in Dragonrage Pass and continue his travels the next day as he had just come from accompanying a band of soldiers to a bandit encampment off the border of Ereb. When he came here thinking he would have some peace and quiet, he was instead met with a tense air.

Dwarves and humans were present - each with their own camps made on both sides of the Pass with a meeting tent placed in the middle. Yet another show of how fragile ties made in war were. It was amazing how it hasn't been broken yet. Between the bloodthirsty Varjans, the grudge-bearing Dwarves, the extremely fragile Zenith Union and the greedy Concilium kingdoms, peace wasn't exactly something you would expect. But he let it be. It was better than a war. They were powerful when they stood together - more powerful than even the Goddess Gaia - but alliances rarely last.

The white haired Manakete made a passing glance towards the others around the campfire. One was a rather odd mage, but nothing that surprised him too much. It wasn't like he hadn't seen mages of that caliber or determination before. In fact, Lizberia was brimming with them. The other seemed to be a sellsword who liked the peace and quiet this area provided compared to the hustle and bustle over at the main area. Another was a general, one that he knew from passing when he roamed Archanean lands. One other seemed to be the same, but he wasn't too sure. Others may have been royalty to another kingdom.

Either way, he didn't care. He came here to rest, not to mingle. While the odd mage seemed to be preparing to boil some water, he closed his eyes for a moment with the intent of falling asleep while sitting down. However, a booming voice carried over and he opened an eye to look at the culprit. A dwarf with an unkind face, not that that was surprising. His demeanor betrayed his serious expression as he joked about them being the strangest unit he's ever seen. 

The first two introduced themselves - Djeld, the odd mage; and Jerod, the sellsword. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to introduce himself as well. [color=00aeef]"Ferrian. I just stumbled upon this place looking for a place to rest."[/color] He admitted, adjusting his seat so he would be facing all of them without letting the hood drop. He's had bad experiences with people who knew he was a Manakete right off the bat. He'd love to have the element of surprise on his side even if they were friendly. 
[hr][h3][center][color=ed145b]General Luna[/color][/center][/h3][hr]Luna had lost her unit to the mingling of the crowd. Allowing them to partake in mingling with the Dwarves and other people there seemed like such a good idea back then. Now, she couldn't even find them. She let out a grumble as she massaged her temples. Well, it's not like she would have any need for them in this span of time. She was sure that things would go quite well. 

She found herself sitting at a campfire with a bunch of other people. She could pick off the faces of the Manakete who slumbered under Archanea, and the general of Tellius - but other than that, she doesn't know anyone else. Luna had decided to rest here to pass the time a little bit. So, as she waited, she simply polished her sword. While she liked talking with others, it would seem that the silence that prevailed here was kind of... right? They were all relaxing around each other in peace, and it was rather nice and comforting.

Luna wondered when this would be over. They had many places to patrol, after all, and she didn't like slacking off very much. Not like this, at the very least. But it was better than simply fighting anyone who's around right? Once finished polishing her sword, she raised it up to look at its shine. It was just in time for her to see a group of three Dwarves approaching them. She sheathed her weapon as it might provoke something within the Dwarves. She wouldn't want to start a fight all of a sudden. She gave them a friendly smile as they approached.

The larger Dwarf seemed to be more lighthearted than he let on as he sat down to talk to them and lighten the mood. As the others introduced themselves, she resolved to do so as well. [color=ed145b]"I'm Luna, from Archanea. I was sent here with my unit just in case."[/color] She then gave the Dwarf a nod. [color=ed145b]"I'm sure it wouldn't come to that right?"[/color] She then let out a light giggle as he mentioned that this hodge podge of a group might actually be a unit. [color=ed145b]"I personally only know some of them by face, but nothing more. This would be a very interesting unit though, if we were one."[/color]

She then began tapping her fingers against her lap and then looked towards Djeld. [color=ed145b]"Tea sounds lovely."[/color] Luna only now remembered that she never told them that she actually was a general. Well, that doesn't seem to be of any importance right now as she would not probably see them ever again after this, so it should be fine as it is now completely irrelevant.