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Talon folded in his wings angling his body so that he could drop down to the ground easily after soaring through the skies. At the last moment, he spread his wings wide slowing his fall so that he could walk at an easy pace once his feet touched the ground. It was a bright and warm day in the wildlands surrounding Kalzasi. Ahead of him, the walls of a fortified structure stood tall. A citadel in the woodlands that had become the base of operations for the growing and revitalized Order of the Dawnmartyr. It was still very strange to him that he had a religious order devoted both to his worship and to enacting his will throughout the world wherever they went. As of late, he had been taking a more active approach in both visiting and working alongisde those who pledged themselves to him. He could not be an idle patron if he expected the Knights of the Dawn to introduce to the world the full scope of his beliefs. He did not make proclamations or edicts, Talon had no desire nor intention of taking leadership of the knighthood himself. He was making his presence a regularity in order to be more than just a mythical figure in their stories. He wanted them to know he was real. He wanted them to know that he believed in what the knights stood for.