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[center][h2] Dawn, Miricia [/h2][/center]


Arms crossed and eyes closed in thought, Zachary thinks upon the two options. On one hand, a longer but generally safe route back through their home country before taking a boat. This route also gives them a better opportunity to restock on supplies and manpower in the later half of their trip. He could even check back home, if time permits, and see how the family has been since his departure.

On the other hand, time may be of the essence with how things how things are going here in Miricia. With how the relations between Beorc and Laguez citizens have seemed to have deteriorated since the assassination, there is worry in Zachary’s heart that things can snap at anytime. And if that happens, then there can be a tragedy here beyond that of a murdered king. 

Zachary sighs. Both options have their own benefits and flaws. There is no clear option that greatly outweighs the other to him. [color=00BFFF]“My Prince… after weighing each one… I too think that returning back through Albia is perhaps our best option. While I do believe that time is of the essence… we should make sure we are properly prepared before we set out towards Derak. We have no idea how they will feel about a party like ours coming into their nation in search of Temerus, after all.”[/color] 

It was then that Zachary sees Sir Gregory jump at something. Turning his head to the source, he too is surprised at the sudden arrival of the boy in their mist. Instinctively Zachary’s body moves, placing himself between Prince Erik and the strange newcomer. [color=00BFFF]“And why are you here?!”[/color] He follows up after Sir Gregory.