We reached the place where we were planning to meet, but it was a dead-end. I’m leaving with the Fironian to visit his father, who needs some help with his home.
We ask you to join us as soon as you can, as it will bring Nameless closer to the end of the quest she was given by the patron saint of our hometown.
- R
You remember what your human looks like? Roxanne asked as she secured the second letter to the leg of the larger zarpta. He flapped his wings in a self-impressed manner and shot her an image of Fletcher, a reflection of the mental picture she had provided him.
The zarptas are clever, thought G’shídrian, who presided over the operation. I will send word throughout the Kingdom. All my people will be seeking your humans. We will find them before the big-moon is round once more.
