[action - Oilvert.]

[scarletgriffon.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps half a day after Excenmille has set off to retrieve Rahal, he's managed to battle the obvious nausea which is part and parcel of travelling via airship. He enters Oilvert without much circumstance -- the monsters within not even putting up much of a fight. Magic has never been his forte, so going without means absolutely nothing to him. He traverses the halls of the old place, knocking down whatever rises to attack him - eyes keen and senses sharpened.]

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[knightlygriffin.livejournal.com]

Perhaps so. I've been enjoying the chance to work on my sword arm.



Aye, I agree. It's a somber place to begin with, not one for reunions. Bistillot would love it, though. Would that all of the Swiftwing joined me here... We've all been worried for you for a time.

[scarletgriffon.livejournal.com]

What, on these? If you truly are speaking the truth regarding joining the royal knights, they must have made you soft.

[It's jest more than anything. Excenmille, for one, knows that Rahal has strength far beyond his years and more aptitude with a blade than perhaps any of the iron rams. His face darkens though as the other speaks of the griffins -- eyes narrowing. The other seems in a state that's sound enough to not spout nonsense, but... ]

What? It was but a few days past you and the Swiftwing aided us locating my fath-- that accursed mannequin in the northlands.

[knightlygriffin.livejournal.com]

I have been training with them for months. But I still cannot best Captain Rongelouts. Perhaps I have been getting soft, as you say.



A few days ago?! Excenmille, that happened months ago. In fact you've not even been on San d'Oria soil for a couple of weeks, at least.