[center][color=ed1c24][h1]Volaris[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][@Lunarlord34][/center]

Volaris watched the pair a moment more and considered Elizabeth’s question. Everything in this world was worth more than they could possibly imagine because everything here was beyond all they expected. They had no concept of what was happening in this world, how they held others, what their wars were about. What could be done to destroy everything they accepted as truth.

[color=ed1c24]“I expect they have some information on the surrounding area at the very least. If they have nothing else, they will be useful for our experiments and rebuilding our undead defenses. As for this,”[/color] He glanced down at himself and turned to the demon, [color=ed1c24]“I find people underestimate the elderly far more than than the young. There is a certain degree of...satisfaction in taking advantage of the ignorance of others.”[/color] He dragged his finger down slowly in the air and the gate flew open on his command. [color=ed1c24]“We’ve waited far too long as it is. Let us not make our guests wait longer.”[/color] He stepped through, expecting the pair to follow. 

The Gate opened in front of the exhausted soldiers and Volaris stepped out, ignoring them for a moment. It struck him as odd, the vibrancy of this world. How full and deep the greenery around him was, how loud and heavy the noises of birds and creatures in the underbrush were. His world was a nightmare compared to here. Even trees were mostly pictures in books, programs in games, and drastically restricted to specialized farms. In lessons, people were taught of the wonders and importance of progress, of development, of necessary evil sacrificing the world for humanity’s benefit had been. So why was his imagination so vivid? He shook his head and turned back to the injured parties.

[color=ed1c24]“Lost are we?”[/color] Volaris asked cheerily, [color=ed1c24]“And quite the worse for wear I see. Elizabeth, patch these sad souls up a tad please.”[/color]

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[center][color=662d91][h1]Anna[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][@Lunarlord34][@HueMan][/center]

[color=662d91]“Decided to bring along the pet, Baron?”[/color] The older changeling rounded the corner, a few books in hand and an old scroll tucked under her arm. One book was open already, Spacial Magicks and Its Effects on Reality, and she thumbed through it after putting the other items down gently on the table. She settled in at the table she placed her things on and began pouring over the items she collected.