[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location:[/color][/b]Rascade, Kindeance Royal Capital    [/right]
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	“Legend only in the stories, I’m sure. Though I suppose the stories cultivate from the seeds of truth. You may rest assured. My care will never fail you.” said Solomon softly. Solomon had heard of Yvonne’s exploits, and has witnessed the aftermath of her carnage first hand. Stories existed about Solomon and his either various miracles or crimes against nature depending on who is asked.  Solomon anticipated stories about Yvonne’s ferocity and thoroughness would soon be written.

	Perhaps Solomon being quick to switch plans there was not the best move. Though his role in either plan hardly changed, Matilda’s body language was slight, but it gave Solomon an impression of intrigue or perhaps annoyance. The similarities of the plans highlighted a potential rivalry between Matilda and Jazdia. Solomon did learn of the independence Jazdia had on the matter at least. Matilda agreed to Jazdia’s modification of the plan with some reservation. In the meantime, the oriental figure that Solomon had not seen since leaving the king’s chambers had returned. With what the samurai decided to prepare himself with, he certainly didn’t attempt subtly. He was dressed in fine armor of questionable design. Not a design of function, but of form. He must not be from the lands of Kadeance, nor Meche for that matter. Armed to the teeth, the figure must be expecting battle to come in the near future. Chounan was his name, and his rank within the adventurer’s guild didn’t matter. At least to Solomon.

	Further introductions had to wait as people were still coming and going where it seemed to grate on Matilda. Solomon remained quiet for the time being not wanting to stir up any more hostilities for now. All things considered, first impressions were not impressive, but hopefully once things got underway, everyone would warm to each other. Yvonne switched teams and Henri departed else where. Beyond that, it was time to go. Jazdia took her two companions and Solomon stayed with Matilda. Onward to the stables. Enough time had been wasted.

	Cedar seemed anxious as they walked a more indirect path towards the stables. The main roads might have brought too much attention to Cedar given his appearance and size. Solomon was not in a position to comfort or even say anything to Cedar as they walked along the alley ways. The reason for it was as soon as the group had left the palace gates, Solomon was once again lagging behind the group. However once all eyes were away from him, his form darkened and he sunk into the ground, blending into the shadows. Even as they took the side roads, it still might be suspicious if several odd figures were spotted traveling together through the city.

	Solomon took a more direct route towards the stables, occasionally crossing paths with that of Matilda and Cedar. Upon reaching the stable, he still remained hidden among the shadows and nooks created by the overhanging beams and tools. The stable hand was no where to be seen, but several horses stood around, stamping, or nibbling on the oats the hung oaks near each stall. Henri was already there, however, sitting on a barrel staring intently at the piece of paper. Solomon recognized the paper, and wondered why Henri was so focused on studying it. He stopped pondering it when Matilda and Cedar came back into view.

	Now that everyone was at the stable, Solomon materialized out of the shadows, walking into view from around a wall behind Henri, “I see we all made it here without incident. From here I follow your lead, Guard Matilda.”