[h1][b][center][color=00a99d]D A V O R   D E L ' T R E U S E[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr]
[color=00a99d]"Whoa, whoa! We're peaceful. We're here to help,"[/color] Davor says, putting his hands up in surrender. As soon as the guards come up hostile, the rest of the Cesadan troupe do the same. [color=00a99d]"We're a peace treaty of sorts. Border protection, is all."[/color] The weapons were sheathed, the horses dismounted, but kept at their sides, as instructed. [color=00a99d]"If this really was a legal trip, we just do what they say, and we should be fine."[/color] The group continued their way into the hall, each of them rubbing their faces off of the sweat and ash of the day's journey. [color=00a99d][i]'If they wanted to kill us, they'd do it already. This war was bigger than I thought, though. Much bigger. I have to catch up on some reading!'[/i][/color]

They peruse the folks on the street. Davor found it quite remarkable just how easily the folk managed to bounce back from their past circumstances. It was quite impressive, really, the tenacity of this humble port town. [color=00a99d][i]'Cesada can use this sort of tact,'[/i][/color] Davor thought to himself. He watched as he was staring at people staring at him, much like how funny-looking zoo animals look at the passerby. As the roads grew more sparse and the ground changed to flooring. The troop found themselves led to the courtyard, where the guards told them to wait. And wait they did, for the iron fist of the local government. How lovely!

[h1][b][center][color=6ecff6]C Y L O  R E I S S A R[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr]
...The sound of the vibrant lute struck upon the girl's ears. A tune of inspiration, one she knew well, lyricless at best. However, she was not one to let down an audience, not ever! Her form shimmered with change, and from legs up to the head, her form fluttered and shifted into that of a pure white heron, which took to the skies, and began to mimic the tune, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGt_KpgXymU]the tone slightly lighter and more vibrant in motion.[/url] The bird began to dance in the skies, offering support to the troops who needed it.

Once the commotion was over, Cylo took the time to rest. She laughed to herself that there was, in fact, a place for music in all this conundrum; another person was using it, too! She was giddy at the heart, and felt as if she had done a good deed today. She walked around the area, looking for any sign of any leftover folk which may need help, anything possibly troubling and/or interesting to the cause.