Birds always had the most stories to tell.

Jangar had lived with the animals in the forest for several years as a small child; they had raised him, taught him, kept him alive, and as a result he learned to speak their language and had grown to appreciate their wisdom and potential. Every animal had something to offer, but of all of the animals Jangar had spoken to it was always his feathered friends that had the most to say; they were flighty and excitable and prone to exaggeration at times, but they were always the first to know when something interesting happened. They saw so much of the world from on high that the creatures who lived on the ground would never see. As such, birds were always the best ones to ask when he needed a scout or if he wanted to quickly learn information about an area.

However, getting useful information out of them was sometimes as difficult as drawing blood from a stone. Intelligent and attentive as they could be they were still animals and the things they considered important were drastically different from humans. Asking a bird if they had seen something interesting recently would net you a very different response than if you’d asked a person.

Even so, a woman riding horseback in this day and age was a rarity, especially given the late hour, and was something that caught even the birds’ attention. Jangar followed the directions of his flying allies to where they had last seen a woman with pine-coloured hair riding a pure white horse to a valley, from there he followed the dark shape of a flying golem directly to the location of an enemy Servant. 

[color=8dc73f]“[i]Master, I’ve found the enemy. Though it seems I’m not the first one.[/i]”[/color] From the way the golem was diving towards the pair on horseback, it must have belonged to one of their allies. That he was not the first to find them was of no concern to him, he was not seeking glory after all, as it only meant that reinforcements would soon be on the way. [color=8dc73f]“[i]It appears to be the enemy Rider, Master, but they are not alone. I believe they have their Master with them. I will approach them.[/i]”[/color]

Jangar stepped out from the shadows with the Aram spear in hand, though without presence concealment they had surely already noticed him. He regarded the enemy Servant with interest, admiring their fine steed but also paying particular attention to their clothing; it was somewhat familiar, sharing traits with the clothing of his homeland without being exactly the same. Perhaps this Rider hailed from a similar part of the world as him, either a descendant or ascendant of his own people.

Interesting.

[color=8dc73f]“Servant of Red! Before we do battle I want to ask you something. Tell me, do you come from the place known as Mongolia?”[/color]

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