As the household staff made their preparations to pack the essentials and prepare for a possible swift departure, Lord Pharlan was coordinating house and kitchen staff. 
He ordered them to pack the necessary things first and bring out the all the different carriages.
“Taffle strap the travelling bags and suitcases on top if we have to leave priority is we take everyone with us first.” He said before another groomsman came out with a box filled with documentation.
“Carrett cease your packing and help Mr Bairn with the mounts, we can worry about the material stuff later whilst he could use an extra hand preparing them for our departure.”
“Yes, my Lord.” 
“Taffle tell everyone our destination is the Venray Estate, should the Skies forbid, we leave someone behind they at the very least have a heading of where to go. Also, I want the coaches and carriages checked off before departure.” Taffle replied affirmatively as he finished strapping on the last initial travelling case on the family carriage.
“Ask Mrs. Morlan to provide us with lists so we can divide our as best we can! If we can get everyone out in one go then the better. Should we need one extra rental order it now and send the youngest off first, for I doubt that with all the chaos the city is going to be in when the enemy does break through we’ll be able to get any of the rentals.” Lord Pharlan ordered as kitchen maids and butlers ran back and forth with packed goods and other bits and pieces.
The elderly staff coordinated the operation, surgically the different groups working together like a well-oiled machine . 
Amidst all this chaos Tyrhallan had changed into his red armour and had looked for his mother. 
The venerable lady was busy making lists with Mrs. Morlan, making arrangements for the different groups. Pulling her away from her work Tyrhallan took his mother aside and into a room that would be less disturbed.
With one look the lady was informed of what her son and his friends were going to do.
“You won’t be coming with us.” Her words were soft and tentative, almost wishing her words would be rebuked. 
But only confirmation followed.
Realizing this she straightened her back, her eyes staring through to his soul to make sure she read him correctly, searching for his downcast eyes before a saddened glance passed over her own as she listened to her son.
“The young lady has decided that they should move on, as a knight and friend I feel responsible for their well-being. I..I have to see them off somewhere safe.” He spoke wishing to assure his mother that all would be well. However knowing practically nothing of what they were heading into, he could only maintain a level of stoic pragmatism, a trait he developed as a soldier, before some courtesy slipped back in. 
“So forgive us for leaving you so soon again. I can speak for Eilis and Arn as well. We would have loved nothing more to remain with you, but it is not meant to be.” Tyrhallan explained still maintaining the secrecy of who or what Eilis actually was. He wasn’t really sure himself.
Lady Venray nodded.
“I see, well you all are forgiven my son.” She spoke deftly trying to maintain some form of protocol, before worry etched itself slowly on her face.
“As I told your Uncle before. I hope I will one day hear ‘all’ of the particulars that have come to pass regarding our guests.” She more or less asked indirectly, before she took hold of her sons armour and tugged it to check its strength.
Tyrhallan sighed.
“Undoubtedly you have earned that right more than anyone else, but for now nothing is certain.”
“Then I shall ask no further.” She nodded before she took hold of his head and forced him to bend down so she could kiss his brow.
“Tyr, be careful.” She pleaded with not just her words.
“I will do our family proud mother.”
“To hell with the family pride, I want you back you hear.” She ordered before she released him.
He nodded curtly and bowed before he turned and walked out, leaving his mother and heading back to the garden, to the stables where his father’s wyverns were stored.
Dannesh had brought out and prepared two of Lord Pharlan’s ‘prized beauty’s’. 
Wyverns a subspecies of smaller winged dragons with smooth scales of a dark grey hue and hooked talons attached to its wings instead of an extra pair of arms. 
Strong thick legs supported the beast and a smooth tail tipped with a diamond shaped protrusion of hardened bone. 
Intelligent serpentine like eyes regarded them as the harness and saddle received their check to be snugly secured. 
Tyrhallan greeted Eilis and Arn there nodding approvingly at the change of Eilis’s outfit recognizing its design, but focusing on the Wyverns instead.
Dannesh bowed to Tyrhallan quickly explaining what he had taken care of.
“I took out your father’s fastest, Umbra and Viscera, you’ll be able to outrun most other mounts then, normal dragons after all are heavier and these guys be less visible when you stick to the clouds. Also I prepped some rations for at least a week’s worth, should you have no time to stop. Last, but not least I put a couple of useful extra’s in there.”
“Extra’s?”
“Nothing too dramatic, couple of light grenades, a few smoke and gas bombs and a couple of extra daggers and an extra shot of fuel just to be sure.” Dannesh replied. “Mind you the fuel’s only good for approximately 20 to 30 minutes max. so please don’t overdo it your lordship.” The servant stated with a serious expression handing him a compass with a map.
“Thank you Dannesh, I honestly would be going out there in shambles were it not for your help.”
“You needn’t thank me yet sir, you may do so upon your return. So you’ll have a promise to keep.” The young man said as he looked up at the knight with a worried expression, though he tried to smile professionally for Tyrhallan’s sake.
Tyr patted him on the shoulder before he took the reins of Viscera, leaving the its slightly bigger brother for Arn and Eilis.
Dannesh helped Eilis into the unusual makeshift saddle first. He had strapped two together, so it essentially became a double, one needed to be properly secured into it, so one would not risk falling off the Wyvern when it made its ascent and its acrobatics in the air.
After Eilis was strapped in, he helped Arn into the other saddle, he allowed him to strap himself in, before showing them both how to get out of them again. 
“Remember, trust Umbra to find the safest winds to travel, but should you wish to change course simple tugs on the reins will do with the following commands.” Dannesh said giving Arn a quick run through of everything.
“I chose Umbra because he’s build for speed and has the better temper, even with your inexperience Umbra is inclined to listen to decisive commands.” Dannesh explained as he handed the reins over, before patting Eilis on her leg.
“Good luck Miss, may your Skies be clear.”
Tyr meanwhile had strapped himself in doing his own checkup before he waited for Arn and Eilis to be ready.
With all the words said and done Tyrhallan nodded to Dannesh before another explosion rocked the skies and thundered through the air.
The Wyverns cried in disapproval at it and Tyr eyed the Southern sky seeing dark smoke rise up in the distance. 
“Time to leave!” He shouted before he commanded Viscera to go.
“AH-CE!” The creature’s powerful legs thrust itself up diving into the air above, simultaneously its wings pushed downwards to press and push the air down below them, cutting through the air with ease and a smoothness that rivalled the clouds. When high up enough it circled and waited for Umbra. 
Hardly needing any encouragement from Arn Umbra followed its brother up into the air. Circling around Viscera as Tyrhallan shouted.
“We’ll be head South first, we’ll need to pass the battle lines, but we should be fine on these. We’ll take a break before we reach the Rift, discuss the road further when we get there!” He shouted before he loosened up on the reins he was holding allowing Viscera to speed ahead.
Eilis couldn’t help but glance behind her at Arn as she was so high up, as she touched behind her to feel his leg, wanting to grab hold of something more than the handle on the saddle.
“Arn…I am not a fan of heights…” She blurted out in slight terror, trying to not looked down as she held on for dear life.