[h3]Kyra Pfalz-Karstadt,[/h3][i]most definitely not [b]Lutatia Eichenwald von Brudel[/b][/i]

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Lutatia yawned, giving an affectionate pat on Lede’s mane. Soaring through the air at an altitude of several thousand feet, the Pegasus rider nursed a strapped bottle of hot tea, enjoying the warmth of the dawn light. She silently thanked her past self for having drank in moderation last night; otherwise, it would be far too early in the morning to be both flying and nursing a hangover headache. 

Last night, in between rounds, they had all agreed to split up to tackle the tasks the group had decided upon. Half of the newly formed team of envoys would remain in the city to check for leads, while the other half was to take the rescue mission. While part of it could end up as a lead, what with the strange happenings around the Kingdoms lately, part of it also was the opportunity to get a proper audience with the lord of Goldshore, or to get an easy crack at his library. 

It was frustrating how protective that man was of his books. As a landed citizen of Coris of good reputation, she had paid out the nose in the past for access to his library, and that was for a temporary pass. It offended her Brudelian sensibilities to be nickel-and-dimed so, but as good as the man was, he was still a lord in a merchant kingdom, she supposed. It wasn’t like she would ruin a decade’s work and use her royal upbringing as an in, anyway.

That was why she was out today, together with Aurelian and Vyandar, to do their good deed for the day. Lutatia had been sorely tempted to show the other envoys the city as their resident guide, but there was a time and place. So, after getting a good night’s rest at home, she rose early in the morning to prep Lede for flight before meeting the two armored men at the city gates.

As expected, it was dull, mind-numbing work. She couldn’t even do something more engaging, like fancy aerial maneuvers that she enjoyed during training and practice, because at its core, the mission was search-and-rescue. Lutatia was able to do the bare minimum to mix things up, at least. Instead of flying the parallel track search that Brudelian Pegasus knights favored, she flew her search in the expanding square pattern that airships from Nuniel had been observed to use. If anything, it was more engaging. She wasn’t sure how well-versed sir Aurelian was with his former country’s air forces, but he would probably be familiar with the patterns she was making in the sky if he was interested enough to pay attention to her. It perhaps was slightly less optimal considering they were following a river, but… small things.

As it was right now, things were still pretty boring. East and North-east of Coris, along the Trifork river—that was a landscape that Lutatia was intimately familiar with. As far as she could see, it was simple river traffic, the boats and ships like little ants from the sky, with the farms and their fields of green stretching out into the greater horizon, broken only by the occasional groupings of trees. 

If there was a lost or indisposed patrol out there, she wasn’t seeing it.