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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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Carefully as to avoid detection, Saetan placed a warming spell about the small Queen. Hopefully, the one who was in control would not notice the use of Craft and he had enough practice that casting small spells wouldn't be noticed. If he wasn't sloppy and as tired as he was Saetan was concerned that some slip would reveal his location and thus this Queen's location. Which he found he did not want to happen. For Dorothea to learn of this Queen, the Territory Queen would destroy the dual-caste Healer and Queen. [color=Gold][i]"Hurry Sybl."[/i][/color] He urged in a psychic sphere thread.

Faeril watched Mikhail go, and raised a brow as Gen plucked a coat from the trunk and quickly followed. They were leaving her alone and unprotected? Well, that was hardly expected. [color=SlateBlue]"Denvar? Bellinar?"[/color] She asked, wondering where the two Warlord Prince brothers were.

[color=FireBrick]"He just came in downstairs. Denvar is a good tracker, but I'm better."[/color] The 'as you know' went unspoken even as the question about Bellinar's whereabouts was left unanswered. Hurrying after Mikhail, Gennar shielded himself in a sight shield and took to the air. He could at least see if he could pick up a trail, just in case they were following the wrong one.  Within the inn, Faeril folded her hands and sighed looking across the room to share a worrying frown with Denvar. This was not going as they had hoped.

Though, Dunny found himself being very pleased. He was following a trail and doing something important to help [i]his[/i] Queen. His tail waved in the air like a furry banner as he led the group out of town and to a cliff edge, whining as he paced along the top of the steep hill. [i]*It is very steep, and the scent leads down there! But I am not supposed to get dirty, Faeril said I would not be allowed in the bed if I got dusty.*[/i] He explained his complex problem of pleasing Faeril and helping his Queen. As steep as the hill was, his paws slipped on the dirt and threatened to spill the young Sceltie down the hill.