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Vence followed the worn path through Galgorra, not really paying attention to his surroundings. After a while, he was forced to draw his new Double Handed Broadsword to attempt cutting through the underbrush. The sword had been given to him by Deandric, along with Felix recieving his Axe. Vence decided it would be better to use this blade for combat, and keep his Ancestral blade as in a good condition as possible. It was already old, and didn't need to see any more fighting. If it was neccesary, he would draw it, but only then.

Soon the pathway disapeared, and he was forced to do the best he could to walk as straight forward as possible. In almost no time, he stumbled across a small cearing, with Felix in the middle of it, resting.

"Well, fancy seeing you here, Felix. How are you?" Vence asked. It was only too apparent to see his spirits were higher than usual. He was still happy at his success of bidding farewell to Cassandra.

[mowing the lawn. sweatdrop ]

"Why wouldn't I be?" He responded, grinning.

"Seems that way," Vence said. he looked around for a second before adding, "but no oak. Unless you count the trees behind us, but none of them are exactly huge like the ones inside."

At that moment, Serol decided to drop to the ground. And he dropped with a loud thud against the ground. Vence barely made any movement, not exactly surprised. He had sensed his presence beforehand.

"Sael o mi eileirol sar tae jhyl jhoji ei 'kaer ol,' Serol?"
"Can you see anything that may look like a 'great oak,' Truthwing?"

Serol raised his head, sniffing the air, and loked on either side of the edge. The dragon shook it's head.

"Well, there you have it," Vence said, looking at Felix.

Vence looked closely to where felix pointed. He couldn't see who Felix was pointing at, and turned to Serol.

"Pai o mi eileirol, Serol?" Asked Vence. The dragon looked to where Felix pointed, and nodded. Vence sighed, shrugging.
Do you see anything, Truthwing?

"I guess my vision sucks compared to yours. Anyways, I don't know what he looks like, but you can easily tell by what he says and does. Remember, apparently he acts like an immiture teen. I suppose we should check 'em out though."

[lol, oh well. xd I guess Serol's becoming pretty important now, now that he's out of the town.]

"A mile? Where did we go off, ey?" Vence laughed. "There's plenty of oaks around here, how are we supposed to tell?" he called back. Serol took a few steps forward, standing beside Vence like any loyal pet would. Vence glanced at him and smiled. During the break between the battle and the ball, the two had spent almost all their time getting more aquainted with each other. Thus, their bond had strengthened, and they didn't have to speak their thoughts and emotions as often.

Felix turned around to bones and smiled.
"Hey Bones.."
He was cut off by the lead man of teh group, who leant over his horse curiosly to look at Bones.
"Dara lockewalker? you mena the bowman? Sure, I heard that he's over at the South Valley End. If you want you can tag along with us while we cross the main bit of the valley, then split off and head south if you like."
with that dealt with he turned his attention to the group as a whole.
"You must've followed the worng path in the forest."
He pointed a hand off to the right. "Back there there's a pretty big oak. s'pretty old so the leaves are yellow all year 'round. Plus it's got a bloody massive heart carved in it. which is probably why the things hlaf-dead actually. Lucifer never was much one for consequences when she started wavin' her magic around." He grinned. "Anyways, you're here now. So, let me introduce you to our band of merry men:"
he raised up on hi stirrups agaian and spread his arms. The men behind him smirked or rolled their eyes.
"I'm Sir Sebastian Miller- though you can ditch teh sir...makes me feel like I need to grow a moustabche... - erm, that's me. Then we have Sir Balthazar,"
He gestured to a man with wiry black hair dressed in a slightly battered chestplate, who appeaed to only have one arm;
"Sir Adonis, Sir Carpenter, Sir Luton, Sir Oman, and Sir Taylor."
The men all grunted various hellos and a few raised a hand in a good natured greeting.
"The horses are Snowflake, Nippers, Gallahad, Beowulf, Fluffy, Sandcastle and Tiny."

Felix laughed and nodded to them. "Well, a pleasure to meet you. My name is Felix and this is Vence, Serol and Bones."

Sir Bathazar eyed serol in admiration. "A fine beast."

The group smiled.
"You are wise to think such." Balthazar agreed, exchanging a glance with a few of the other men, "The valley is a wide expanse of land, there are always many monsters here that mnake use of that. We have to beware of airbourne creatures when we're out in the open, but aside form those our main enemies are the Bugbears and packs of Gnolls. These tend to try and loot the farms and villages here. Then when night falls the Lurkers come out"
he sneered a corner of his mouth in obvious distaste of the latter.
"You might see a few ogres when we reach rivers, and as we get higher towards Dwstein there are more trolls."

Sebastian interjected. "We don't intend to take you up too near the forest or mountains of course. It gets dangerous upthere, what with the drow, dwarves and elves. While the dwarves and elves might be civil in Dwestein, once you start to encroach on their territory they can get mean."

"If you wish, we can march on throughout the journey and simply make camps in the valley, or we can hop between the farms and the king's city." Sir Luton added.

The group seemed to operate like a well oiled machine, practically finishing each other's sentances as they gave information, and Felix got the impression that for such a bond they must have been through a lot together. he coudln't help but keep glancing to Sir Balthazar's missing arm, and wondered if it was on one of their ill-fated trips that he lost it.When they spoke of a king it caught his interest.
"King? Does he own the valley?"

"He owns Emania." Balthazar said with some pride. "He has several Lords who of course act as his vassals. Your Lord Adel is one of those. As is custom, they have control of their own lands to do as they please, provided they pay taxes to his highness and provide men for him should there be a great war. They are also required to meet whith him once every three years." He scratched his chin. "His kingdom extends over Ash Coast, across the valley and south valley end. He has no control over Northwood of course - as that's the Elve's kingdom- and genrally the mountains act as a cut-off point for his rule. That is why if you ever use the mountain pass you will probably find a fortress near it. The Deserts are not his either."