[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#b3ccff]"City can't have changed too much."[/color] Esben pulled off his cloak, shaking it to get some of the dust from the landing back off. [color=#b3ccff]"Damaged, maybe, but they can't have up and rearranged every district, every street, every building. Especially not with unintelligent undead. We can still find our way around. And about the fairies—they can't get that far away from me. Eos, Selene, if you would please..."[/color]

At the sound of their names, the fairies popped in as aether coalesced into their forms, Selene shaking her head with her hands on her hips while Eos shot Esben a withering glare after catching sight of just [i]what[/i] had happened. [color=#b3ccff]"Stabilize whoever of them you can, anybody that's worse off than Zeke here can help."[/color]

[color=#008b8b][b]"Zeke? Isn't that..."[/b][/color] Eos peered at the red-headed Mystrel. Selene looked over as well, and finished her sister's sentence: [color=#cc44f5][b]"Miina? No, too tall, and that coat isn't right."[/b][/color] Eos looked him over a little more closely, before nodding. [color=#008b8b][b]"Yeah, and he's actually got something to sh—"[/b][/color]

[i][color=#b3ccff]"Now."[/color][/i]

At Esben's insistent command, they quickly got to work, Selene doing triage while Eos supplied the actual healing magic to those that could stand to take it. He sighed, looking back at the wreck of the airship. There was no real point to guessing whose fault it was that they'd crashed, of course. Annoying as it was, though, he couldn't deny some small satisfaction at having his misgivings from the moment they'd met the raiding party actually justified. [color=#b3ccff]"Well. Must have gone to our pilot when I wasn't looking and overruled me, eh? I was just on my way to go and tell them to turn back when the engines gave out."[/color]

Éliane, unsurprisingly, had landed on her feet. Without putting a hole through a roof this time, though if any of them were about to start hopping across Solitude's rooftops to get around quickly and keep an eye out on any undead nearing their party, that might change rapidly. Peering at the now-ruined manor they'd landed within, he was [i]fairly[/i] certain they weren't terribly far from his old apartment anyways...

[color=#b3ccff]"Your house should be secure, [i]ja?[/i] Given how long [i]he[/i] served, I can't imagine Oliver would be unprepared for anything that might need him to bunker down."[/color]