[h2]Zeke Malina[/h2]

The wreckage of the crashed ship lay strewn about, and in and around it were bodies in various states of death: everything from [i]very definitely in too many pieces[/i] to "actually, this guy might be alive if someone can do something". A certain red-headed mystral was not among those, instead perched – seemingly not much worse for wear than after his initial flight – on one of the slightly more intact pieces of wood.

It seemed his sister shared more than just general looks; the body language being every bit more feline than their warrior cousin. Ears flat, tail tight, and concerningly tense and low.

"Well, you wanted to look at Solitude, now you can do all the looking you want, and you even brought back a [i]tour guide[/i]," he spoke up once it was clear that there were other survivors – namely, the Kirins, "I would show you the way out, but Valheim's going to have closed [i]that[/i] exit, and I don't think all of you could cross the rooftops so easily. We need to get going somewhere fast, all this meat is going to get swarmed…"