True to her word, they didn't seem to have a definite location yet when Anna and Jake split up with the others. Despite this, Ferrian lagged behind the two as they continued their travel, seemingly unbothered by their lack of planning. It's not like he could have done any better, so there was no use in complaining. His short rest when night had come was usually disturbed by distant noises - ones he picked up more often than the others - causing him to awaken suddenly. He spent the entire night drifting in and out of it, and it honestly irked him. All he wanted was a peaceful night, but the creatures of the forest just won't let him.
This resulted to the white haired Manekete being largely silent during the trip. He was observing the red haired merchant though. No matter how he looked at it, she was eerily similar - no, an
exact copy of his merchant acquaintance from back in the war. He still didn't know how to feel about it as every time she spoke, she would be the one he's thinking about. He knew that it was impossible that they were the same person. Unless Anna was a Manakete herself, which was obviously not the case considering her general appearance, there was no way she could live that long. It has been
centuries since that war, and she hasn't aged a bit.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Anna started to speak, asking about why he was there and if he was involved in the meeting. Ferrian allowed her to speak all her questions before responding,
"Indeed, I am the Manakete from the battle." He then paused before continuing.
"No, I am not that 'special person'. I was merely stopping over for a quick nap before continuing in my travels." Then they introduced themselves. He nodded.
"I know you." He pointed at Anna.
"But not you." He then pointed at Jake. It was better to hear whether what he thought was true or not from the person who knew the truth.
"What I don't understand is how you're still alive after all these centuries, unless you just happened to look like, sound like and have the same name as the merchant from the war." He then shook his head lightly.
"Nevertheless, my name is Ferrian. Pleasure."
Luna seemed to have her head in the clouds as she followed the group with her hand atop the hilt of her sword. She had cleaned her weaponry for the better portion of the night - the blood of Archaneans staining it. She couldn't sleep well that night. Understandable considering the fact that she just turned her blade to soldiers she used to fight with before. She didn't know them all by name, but she knew them all by face. She was sure that nightmares would plague her nights for at the very least a week. Even just mere wars between soldiers shook her core, especially when she doesn't know what she's fighting for, so this really hit home for her.
She looked at Emma as she began speaking. Emma and Shade. At least she now knew the latter's name, which she didn't quite catch earlier. She was such an energetic Pegasus Knight that merely seeing her brought a smile to Luna's face. She then turned to Shade as she continued the introduction. Luna remembered that she had introduced herself to them before they all went to sleep, but she figured that the events must have left everything hazy. She could say the same - as everything that she could remember during the Battle at Dragonrage Pass was the dying faces of those that she killed. Certainly not something you want to remember.
Luna placed a hand over her chest as she introduced herself,
"My name is Luna, a General from Archanea sent jut in case of a fight. Needless to say, I haven't done my job properly, regrettably." Though she spoke in the same tone throughout the whole introduction, her voice seemed to falter during the end. She abandoned her post to save nobles from another land - none of which were from Archanea - and also fought for the opposite side of her soldiers. She wondered how this would all translate to when the news spread to her homeland.
"I hope you do not change your way of treating me to befit my position." She said with a light chuckle as if to rebound her rather saddening introduction to something more lighthearted.
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