Time:10 am Location: Heading towards the Helius-Ironhold Interactions:, Rue [@Potter] Bowyn [@Helo] Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 769 Amas The young soldier tried his best to keep his stoic composure. He had been trained to keep his cool in the face of an incoming orc horde. As a medic, he had been seen more blood and gore that some adventurers had seen in their whole lives without even feeling queasy. Yet for some reason riding on the veritable flying death trap as the white haired fairy lad was thinking, seemed to be challenging him on a level he was not prepared. Arn did not want to lose whatever image his reluctant companions had of him. They probably expected him to be some sort of strong and stable dwarf given that he had introduced himself as a soldier. In truth, there was little that frightened the young medic other than loosing patients and loosing himself in a bloody carnage haze from which he could not wake from. Unknown to Bowyn, Arn was actually a pretty good asset. He was skilled in healing and combat triage. Known as Death’s Torn, many in his squad owed their lives to him. Despite the fact he avoided fighting, he was not opposed to defense. While the actual benefit of the trio’s addition to the Light Elven princess’ party was still uncertain, it would indeed be interesting. Unknown to Arn, the white haired lad had noticed the dwarf’s awkwardness towards ladies, especially pretty girls such as Rue. It was not that Arn was feeling romantic inclinations towards his fairy companion but that he truly appreciated the beauty reflected in her. He, like many of his race, was not good with emotions that did not stem from pride, outrage, or drunken stupor. These romantic feelings would not be required for the young soldier to be a shield and protector, not only to Rue but also to Bowyn. Though they had just met and the pair of winter fairies were nothing more than strangers, The medic would ensure no harm came to either. Not because he was some sort of chivalrous knight but because he had taken a vow to safeguard life. [color=00aeef] “You should be afraid. Creatures aren’t meant to fly like this, it’s stupid. Big metal cage being flung about in the air, who even thought this was a good idea? Probably elves.”[/color] Arn nodded his agreement slowly. [color=0054a6]“You have my backing on that statement M…”[/color] He stopped, not only because he was about to say the annoying word Bowyn hated but because he felt a gurgling on his stomach. [color=0054a6]“The creatures that were meant to fly already have the means to do so. While I do think that the design and engineering that went into constructing the Helius was masterful. (burp)”.[/color] He stopped again. He found that talking actually helped him concentrate on something other than the almost imperceptible motion of the Helius that only he and probably the winter fairies seemed to be attuned to. After a second or two of fighting his upset stomach he continued. [color=0054a6]“Dwarves are nothing if not industrious and we always seek to push the boundaries of the possible. The Helius has been instrumental in the increase of transportation of marketable goods and has even been considered for military applications.” [/color] He remembered the slower, bulkier version that the Legions had trained on. They had been little more than cattle or bulk goods. Compared to that one, this Helius was actually quite roomy and felt less claustrophobic. [color=00aeef]“Any sort of plan for when we get to River Port?”[/color] In truth, the young soldier had no idea. This was the reason why he had desperately sought Bowyn’s advice though he felt it was little more than drunken bragging by the white haired lad. The only thing he knew was that his newly revealed royal father had told him where to go, who to seek and what to deliver. A scroll, sealed with the royal seal, had been presented to Arn. He in turn was to present it to Princess Annya. The meeting with the King had been rather brief and not enlightening at all. Arn had hoped that it would have revealed more of the reason why he had been sent into secrecy to the extent of having one of the kingdom’s most famous generals as his step father. Yet, it soon had seemed that the revelation had been nothing more than a tactical move following the unfortunate demise of the true heir to the throne. Even now, the memory of it cause a spark of anger to build up on the otherwise calm and collected Arn. [color=0054a6]“M…I mean Bowyn. I must be truthful in saying that my plan is very simple. I need to find Princess Annya and am to present a letter to her given to me. I then believe I am to offer my services and be of use in any way I can. I have a very passing knowledge of River Port but I assume the princess, much like me, will not travel in an obvious or official manner….” [/color] He trailed off. The young soldier remembered how easily the fairy lad had seen he was part of the Ironhold military. Not that it mattered too much, but perhaps he needed to find something much less conspicuous. [color=0054a6]“I believe I may need to find some different gear or something to cover my unit issued armor.”[/color] He admitted to his companions. It was not his intention of keeping secrets from the but he did not know if he should fully trust people he had just met. After all, spies were sure to exist. There was no way that royalty and high profile individual such as the ones who had been sacrificed would have been taken so easily without months of surveillance and inside assistance. [color=0054a6]“Bowyn….”[/color] Arn suppressed a burp. [color=0054a6]“It seems you and Miss Rue know each other. That is fortunate I hope. I have to confess there are not many if at all, who I can call friend. Would either of you mind telling me about your home…”[/color] His voice became softer as a small jostle was felt from the Helius. [color=0054a6]“It would sure help distract me from this horrid travel motion sickness.”[/color]