Eihmo'tei padded along down the bustling city street, following his two human friends. The tearful separation left tears still welling in the his eyes. He could not even be bothered to look around at his surroundings, something the Zerdani loved to do at each new location. Instead, his focus remained forward, following Kiara and Perryn as they went off to meet the dragon at the edge of town.
Little did any of them know, a pair of men were discreetly and intently following the three. They had gone on for quite a distance like this, doing their best to blend in and not draw attention to themselves. Meter after meter they followed, drawing nearer with each step. Their orders were clear, and their target was in sight. The two mysterious men were soon close enough, and awaited the perfect moment to close in.
Eihmo'tei followed his friends down a less densely populated side road. This was the moment, when the half-fae dragon rider and the boy had their backs turned to the target. There were few others here that would notice - and less that would care - before it was too late to stop them. In one quick motion, the pair closed in on the unsuspecting Zerdani. All he could offer in reaction was a loud and high-pitched yelp as one slapped a metal dog muzzle on his face. Once the second man wrapped a long cloth around Eihmo'tei's form, they quickly collected him and took off in the opposite direction.
Gaping stares painted the faces of every onlooker, shocked by the extremely sudden commotion. Even if Eihmo'tei was not as dizzied as he was, the metal cage on his snout would have prevented a cry for help. The men bolted towards the crowded street, with their subdued quarry in their arms.