Abbán's head popped out of the mouth of the bag, still groggy from his nap. He had poked his head out a few times while Lyr was with that caravan, but there was nothing being said that really interested him, so he had fallen asleep, only to wake up a few hours later to find himself overlooking a canyon with his friend.
"So, what are gonna do here, Lyr?" He asked the girl, who was apparently off in her own little rant about a guy named Trest. This was going to be a long day...
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Jy'aad at this point had finally reached the base of the canyons. That was the easy part, it seemed. Now, he just had to climb all the way to the top, not that he had to, because the ruined cities were in the rocks and crevices, not above them. He was climbing up because not only had he seen someone simply fly up there, he had also heard through his fox-like hearing, and the echoes if the canyons, a voice he recognized.... Abbán. With a sigh, he pulled out his scythes, and began climbing the rocky escarpment, the steel blades making a distinct ding! as they found their way into cracks and crevices in the rock. I really hope this won't be a waste of my time....
