“Hup! Thank you sir!” Said Arma Rockspy as he hopped off his transport and stretched his sore body. After nearly two weeks of travel the cart carrying goods from the area around the Backbone Mountains finally arrived at Brightvale. He had come from afar to answer the call of King Hagan and to find out more about the incoming threat that his master had gone out to face. 

He entered the kingdom and was instantly awestruck. Looking around he was surrounded by buildings of different shapes, sizes, and colors. The streets were also lined with people who were going about their day. He pulled the straps on his backpack to tighten it and entered. It hadn’t even taken him 30 seconds before he bumped into someone. Arma apologized, moving back only to bump into another and another after that. It seemed like he was stuck in an endless loop of walking into people.

Through the series of tosses and turns he ended up back where he had started. “Oh geez, these city folk sure are rude. They keep going about their day, not caring about those around them.” The Bori sighed. Suddenly he noticed something. There seemed to be a brief moment where a small bubble of free space appeared in the traffic. 

Arma groaned and slapped his forehead, it seemed that spending all that time on the road without being able to face proper opponents had dulled his skills. Master Pebbles would have forced him into one on one training if word ever got out. He shuddered at the thought. Tightening the turquoise colored headband on his forehead, he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath Arma calmed his nerves and recalled the teachings given at the Dojo.

Upon opening his eyes he immediately found an opening. Without wasting a single second he dashed through and moved to occupy the space. A flash of brown and light blue weaved through the crowd, only stopping for a few seconds to orient itself on the direction it was headed. After experiencing the harsh training given at the Dojo of Flowing Stone, moving through a crowd like this was child’s play. Once he remembered his training of course.

After nimbly dodging the passersby for a few minutes, the crowd finally started to thin out as the dirt road turned into cobblestone. Arma stopped and leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. He was really out of shape after traveling for that long. After a couple more minutes of rest he continued making his way to the castle. As he got closer he managed to see a drawbridge slowly being lowered and three figures conversing with one another. “They must be people who answered the call!” Arma exclaimed, increasing his pace to catch up.

“Excuse me! Hello!” A light brown Bori wearing loose fitting turquoise clothes and headband of the same color made his way to the trio. He had pretty much no equipment on him apart from a small pouch on his hip and a backpack. “My name is Arma Rockspy! I hope I’m not too late!”