Thanny
The Destined Undestined
The others seemed to match Glacier's movements, but some of them rather wet behind the ears when it came to surveillance and espionage. Origin took cover behind a poor hiding spot of a brace of bare-bones bushes, but it was at least mildly obscuring and profitable. The stealthy Chiron approached low and readied a knife, scales blending with the dimly lit environs, and Snapjaw who had followed along took to the skies. Astrid did not care much for hiding but ducked along within dense grass. There did not seem to be any real road on the outside, or rails inside leading from the mouth of the cave in, but the most dilapidated anchoring equipment and partially preserved rail ties still remained while the rail was salvaged for some other purpose.
From Glacier's vantage point, she was easily able to hear what was being discussed within the mouth of the cave, as was Chiron who glanced in her direction and nodded in recognition.
"--ave your neck protected. Some guard might try to close in and take a firm chomp. Area's brimming with venomdragons and other biters."
"All due respect, this was someone more fleet."
"That old geezer Sanctus told us about, maybe? Hah! But no! You told us it was--"
"I know what he said and you have Sanctus over there to tell you again!"
"Well, be glad that it was not poison but your throat. One I can't help you with. The other I can."
It seemed that Merrimac was conversing with someone who healed his wounds, and Sanctus was further in. He was more able to speak than before, a true miracle if not for the sake that healing magic existed. Someone existed on the side of the rebels who was able to patch him up, but it was unknown how many lay inside, and how skilled they were.
Snapjaw seemed to patiently wait, his silver eyes resting on the top of the entrance as he quietly watched from a higher point.
From Glacier's vantage point, she was easily able to hear what was being discussed within the mouth of the cave, as was Chiron who glanced in her direction and nodded in recognition.
"--ave your neck protected. Some guard might try to close in and take a firm chomp. Area's brimming with venomdragons and other biters."
"All due respect, this was someone more fleet."
"That old geezer Sanctus told us about, maybe? Hah! But no! You told us it was--"
"I know what he said and you have Sanctus over there to tell you again!"
"Well, be glad that it was not poison but your throat. One I can't help you with. The other I can."
It seemed that Merrimac was conversing with someone who healed his wounds, and Sanctus was further in. He was more able to speak than before, a true miracle if not for the sake that healing magic existed. Someone existed on the side of the rebels who was able to patch him up, but it was unknown how many lay inside, and how skilled they were.
Snapjaw seemed to patiently wait, his silver eyes resting on the top of the entrance as he quietly watched from a higher point.