Aurin thumbed his brow at the High Lord's notice, and nodded to Aoren as well. He almost made a joke about how this dragon and former prince were fucking, while he had fucked a dragon prince himself, but he didn't know how that would play. It might even scandalize Hilana or her sister, given how much she feared little Arry now that he had a prince's fillet and a pair of draconic wings. For his part, Aurin treated Arry as he always had, and had left Solunarium without being in the least bit smitten. Smote? He was hale and hearty, whatever the case may be.
He didn't particularly want Rickter's partner-in-murder tailing him, but he figured with the reincarnation of Arcas right there present, he might not be so keen to break laws and necks.
"Thanks, boss," he said of the crystal. If they got to keep them, he would have to show it to Torin, who would geek out about it. It was too bad he hadn't managed to get him an apprenticeship with Talon back when he was still at that level, but then he hadn't trained him as his eyes and ears yet at that point and he had done rather well on his own, too.
As they descended, he kept the banter to a minimum, opening his senses, arcane and mundane, to the subterranean milieu. He may occasionally have bumped his hip against Hilana's and then looked away in mock innocence, but that was about it.
Religion wasn't his strong suit, but he did glance askance at Lord Aoren when he appeared out of shadow from his reconnaissance. Dawnfire and dark shadows; he had heard rumors about the Dawnmartyrs carrying a rune of darkness, but he didn't know any of them personally. He couldn't even find that dwarven Dawnmartyr he had ferried back to Kalzasi from Antiris free of charge. Ah, well, better the dragon than him. He didn't normally travel into danger in groups like this, so he supposed being in the middle with the lovely ladies wasn't so bad.
At the elevator shaft, he listened, he watched, and while the slipspace felt off, it didn't feel so distorted that he couldn't jump at will. At least with Traversion, he had a capable instructor. The rest of his tricks were self-taught. But he just murmured the correct word to engage in some of the enchantments he had going on and then stepped over the edge to walk down the face of the shaft as if vertical were horizontal. It felt like taking stairs, but it wasn't unduly taxing.
He figured he would meet them at the bottom or at the nearest obstruction. He didn't fancy taking on void-warped Warrens monsters by himself if he didn't have to, discretion being the better part of valor, and all that. If, for whatever reason, his boots failed him, he could always jump.
He didn't particularly want Rickter's partner-in-murder tailing him, but he figured with the reincarnation of Arcas right there present, he might not be so keen to break laws and necks.
"Thanks, boss," he said of the crystal. If they got to keep them, he would have to show it to Torin, who would geek out about it. It was too bad he hadn't managed to get him an apprenticeship with Talon back when he was still at that level, but then he hadn't trained him as his eyes and ears yet at that point and he had done rather well on his own, too.
As they descended, he kept the banter to a minimum, opening his senses, arcane and mundane, to the subterranean milieu. He may occasionally have bumped his hip against Hilana's and then looked away in mock innocence, but that was about it.
Religion wasn't his strong suit, but he did glance askance at Lord Aoren when he appeared out of shadow from his reconnaissance. Dawnfire and dark shadows; he had heard rumors about the Dawnmartyrs carrying a rune of darkness, but he didn't know any of them personally. He couldn't even find that dwarven Dawnmartyr he had ferried back to Kalzasi from Antiris free of charge. Ah, well, better the dragon than him. He didn't normally travel into danger in groups like this, so he supposed being in the middle with the lovely ladies wasn't so bad.
At the elevator shaft, he listened, he watched, and while the slipspace felt off, it didn't feel so distorted that he couldn't jump at will. At least with Traversion, he had a capable instructor. The rest of his tricks were self-taught. But he just murmured the correct word to engage in some of the enchantments he had going on and then stepped over the edge to walk down the face of the shaft as if vertical were horizontal. It felt like taking stairs, but it wasn't unduly taxing.
He figured he would meet them at the bottom or at the nearest obstruction. He didn't fancy taking on void-warped Warrens monsters by himself if he didn't have to, discretion being the better part of valor, and all that. If, for whatever reason, his boots failed him, he could always jump.