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Magyar

A call down from the gate pulled his attention, and he answered the beckon with his own rapid-fire Essyrni speech. It wasn't much of an exchange, and it led nowhere, but it had sufficiently shifted his attention. He examined the gate roof as they rode beneath it, and pulled a map out when they'd cleared the exit. The crush was no longer crushing, and people began dispersing along the packed earth roads and sandy trails... though none went in the direction they had to. He shuffled the map around Della's arms so that his hands were both in front of her, and he poked his head over her shoulder while he pointed out their destination.

After he was done, he re-folded the map and settled back into a reclined position, map in hand and sun on his face.

"I'll never get tired of desert travel," he remarked, contented smile widening on his face.

DragonSong

Della huffed and shuffled herself a bit so Bol could see the map but she could still see the desert ahead of them and wouldn't shift Erthas off course.

"That makes one of us," she snorted. "It's too damn hot. How do you stand this?" She twisted to pour at him for a moment before correcting their course slightly as they trekked further away from the wall as of the city.

Magyar

"Because home is home, Della," He said under closed eyelids, "No matter where you've been and where you're going, home is home, and there'll never be anything like it..."

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Sun-baked adobe huts dwarfed by limestone towers that shimmered in the heat were visible just on their horizon. While the oasis they encircled couldn't be seen, the palm trees and lush undergrowth it provided could easily be seen as a patch of vibrant green on the canvas of beiges, whites, and blues.

It was a large place, to say the least. A wall, and it could have been a fortress, if not a large village. Militarised, and it would have been a formidable stronghold... But for now it was simply an estate, or so it appeared. Bolion dismissed his thoughts, however entertaining they could be. Now was the time to plan their entrance.

"What's the plan?"

DragonSong

Della gave a low whistle as she swept her eyes over the estate. She'd never understand these rich types.

"Well..." She chewed at her bottom lip, lolling her head from side to side. "Start with the basics, I guess. Do we need papers of some kind we should get forging?"

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