{Collab post between Silver and myself}

[[ [color=00a651]Damian[/color] ]]
Damian, while waiting to be admitted, had perked up when he first felt the energies upon the wind. His pack stilled while the man held the hood on his head, preventing it from blowing off. Not given much time to speak he huffed as the summoned bird took off for the city.

[color=00a651]"My thanks miss, that lineup wa-"[/color] He spoke, but could barely hear his own words over the passing winds. With another huff, Damian simply opted to wait until they reached their destination.

It seemed however, that the Triad Witch had a detour in mind...


[[ [color=ed1c24]Triss[/color] ]]
Triss spotted the giant bird swooping in from a distance as she confidently stretched her arms, signaling that she needed a ride to escape the crowd.

To her, this was a godsend from above, A timely rescue since she is practically drowning in the sea of her ravenous fans surrounding her and clinging to her like leeches.

[color=ed1c24]"Whoops, gotta go! It was nice meeting you all, remember to SHINE BRIGHT EVERYDAY ~ BYE!!!!"[/color] The dwarf idol blows a kiss at her fans before being lifted by the sorcerer's wind magic, separating her from her followers.

Triss grips the hooded man's hand for leverage as she mounts the giant bird's back and takes flight.

While in Airbourne, the gladiator dwarf decided to have a small chat with the two passengers before arriving at their destination.

[color=ed1c24]"Heh, thanks for the ride Mrs. Triad witch and hooded guy. I'm kinda embarrassed that you have to rescue me in that awkward spot. The price of fame amirite?"[/color] Triss scratches her head.

[color=ed1c24]"Also thank you, stranger, we dwarves are cursed to have these stubby legs, giving me a wee boost is very much appreciated.."[/color] She turned her attention to the cloaked reaver, expressing her gratitude. She can't shake the feeling that this person is somewhat familiar to her...

[[ [color=00a651]Damian[/color] ]]
The would nod at her thanks, the top of his hood hiding all but his mouth. He smiled, mouth opening to speak but stopped moments before the large bird banked, closing in on the tower. Had they moved that swiftly, he wondered.

Turning back to Triss, she would see the man offer a small shrug before smoothly pointing at the Tower courtyard and how close they were. The landing was just as smooth, despite the small drop off the large bird. Seeing that the Dwarven woman was alright he gave a nod before looking towards the others. He would say nothing as Rozemyne gave plesantries with the other witches that had flown in, nor when the whole group was addressed by Ruecien. As the doors opened he would turn to Triss, gesturing towards the doors before following the others inside.

Though it may not have looked like it from how he stood, or with the hood on his head, the man did listen to the introductions from those around them. Even better, they confirmed some thoughts he had for some of the members here. When the quartet of witches appeared Triss would hear a deep chuckle from the man.

[color=00a651]"Quite the motley crew they have here, aye Triss?"[/color] Finally, he would pull the hood back, revealing his face for the first time as he looked her way, half smile on his face.... 


[[ [color=ed1c24]Triss[/color] ]]
[color=ed1c24]"Eh, I've seen better warriors in the arena than this lot. They are a bit on the scrawny side needs more meat on their bo--... wait a minute...You!"[/color] Triss stopped her yapping as she heard a familiar voice. A voice that belonged to a friend a long time ago. A friend who knows her struggles and embarrassing deets before becoming the superstar that she is today.

[color=ed1c24]"You're a reaver too? where have been hiding? its been ages!"[/color] She asked, surprised that Damian is here.


[[ [color=00a651]Damian[/color] ]]
A small half-smile formed while his shoulders bobbed, a shrug. [color=00a651]"Heh, you know me, I travel as the wind blows. Besides, I had been writing letters, or did they get mixed in with the fan-mail miss Gladiatorial Idol?"[/color] Here, the half-smile turned into an all-too teasing smirk.


[[ [color=ed1c24]Triss[/color] ]]
[color=ed1c24]"Haha, you're funny-- my friend who has an absurd imagination and strange perception about me,"[/color] Triss said with a loud voice and a fake hearty laugh, trying to mask what Damian just said.

She looks around and becomes wary of the other reavers. She became flustered as her cheeks turned red as a tomato. Her embarrassment soon turned into irritation as she puffed her cheeks and became aggressive towards her wandering friend.

Without warning, The dwarven warrior suddenly pounces and tightly grips Damian's neck with her arms, weighing him down from his back like a dangling feral cat, preventing him from further speaking about her past.

[color=ed1c24]"Nothing to see here, just teaching my old friend a fighting move.. You can all move along!"[/color] She waves to the others as she had the beast whisperer in a chokehold.

[color=ed1c24]"Shhh!! Not so loud, man-"[/color] Triss whispered to Damian, almost like a threat.

[color=ed1c24]"I know you have been really close with the dwarven community, with having one of their sigil and all, but keep this secret of mine to the grave! Ixnay on calling me an idol around here. It's kinda weird coming from someone I know! I gotta start fresh.. ya hear?"[/color]

[[ [color=00a651]Damian[/color] ]]
Despite the firm hold he could feel around his neck, he wasn't bothered by it. Chuckling with a slight grunt he straightened up, hoisting the Dwarven woman up with him, her feet now dangling. Giving her a look the man would whisper back. [color=00a651]"Whatever you say, Triss, I got your back."[/color]