RP:A Discourse of Dragons

Part of the Lies Within Us Arc

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Summary: On foot of their brief encounters during the Guild meeting in Cenril and the Titans of Winter Ball in Frostmaw, Caltarok seeks out Odhranos at Cenril's Coral Castle so they can sit down for a proper one-to-one chat.

Dilapidated Coral Castle, Cenril

Odhranos has been relishing his freedom in the quiet moments of the past few weeks. Today, the terramancer sports an uncharacteristically casual get-up, having shed his formal robes in favour of plain linen pants and a billowy shirt that rustles pleasantly in the stuff breeze rolling off the ocean. Odhranos walks barefoot in the sand, savoring the rasp of the coarse grains beneath his feet and how the black and white sand arrays itself in an undulating vista of silver to his magic senses. In his arms, Odhranos cradles a book, though not the obscenely important one currently under lock and key in Khitti's bakery. No, this tome is lesser known, but no less valuable for it. Encased in a thick layer of crystal clear ice, the grimoire glistens in the midday sun, exuding a pleasant chill to counter the dry heat of the day. Likely not the intent when Satoshi entombed her spellbook in protective ice, but effective nonetheless. Odhranos continues his slow methodical circle of the coral castle, unerringly stepping in the same footprints he had left on his previous circumnavigation, as he continues to acclimate to this different means of seeing. Every wave on the shore, every footprint left by a passing gull reveals itself through the sand to Odh as he diffuses his senses outwards along the strand, keeping an unseeing eye out in all directions. An quiet lone vigil, as he guards what remains of his broken Guild.

Caltarok having flown from Venturil to just outside of Cenril landed under the great bridge spanning Cenril from Kelay. As always, he was being extra cautious to hide what he really was. He takes a few minutes to transform back to a human and clean off his dirty clothes a degree. Though admittedly… they gave him a more tolerable look for traveling in Cenril and people avoiding looking at him. Deciding he was fit enough, he began the hike to the coral castle that Odh had told him about during the party to discuss. Caltarok was ready to begin seeing if he could be useful to the mages and in return get some help and usefulness from them. |Undead General: As Cal hiked through the town avoiding the sights of everyone and everything except the agent of Caluss, the general finally found its quarry that had eluded him since the night of great magic started in the mage tower. The undead general had been shadow stepping throughout Lithydrel but had never been able to locate the being until now. It had been close in Frostmaw; but the chilling winds had prevented it from actually finding him. The general curious to learn how the prey evaded him for so long followed Cal through the streets of town, down to the wharf and to the old coral castle. There it paused as it sensed another living being and great magical prowess. No matter, Cal went in and he would havehave to come out. Soon… soon the prey would belong to it and its master. | Caltarok: Knocks on the castle door using the old fashion knocker installed on the door. Metal beats on metal with a sharp metallic sound followed by the brassy vibration of the wooden door underneath. Although Cal met Odh twice now; he did worry that the ol' mage knew more about Cal than he was comfortable. But perhaps the mage would prove both useful and trustworthy that Cal could begin working in the Xalious mountains for the ancestral home of dragons. It was there he was sure, he could find some tomes hidden from all but true dragons to help him improve with his own dragonic magics.

Odhranos is around the far side of the castle when Caltarok approaches, so it takes him a bit to round the coral structure and approach the front door of the castle where thie unknown visitor happens to be. "Good evening to you. Can I help you?" Odhranos approaches slowly across the sand, turning his face towards Caltarok and presenting him with a friendly demeanor, but as the terramancer hasn't confirmed who it is he is greeting yet, he retains a measure of formality. "Perhaps are you looking for Lanlan or one of the apprentices?" Odh has had to deter quite a number of Cenril locals away from the castle as of late; the growing chaos in Cenril with the zombie plague has resulted in many Cenrilian natives knocking on the castle door, pleading or even demanding that the Guild open its doors or take action in quelling the undead. Much as Odhranos would like to help every petitioner who swings by, it's not the Guild's place to be meddling in the affairs of other kingdoms. They learned that lesson the messy way, what with that tyrant in Larket. Odhranos hoped this latest visitor wasn't looking for saving. There was little of that to go around.

Caltarok smiled seeing it was Odh himself. Although he knew he shouldn't be formal around Odh per the party, a part of him couldn't help but still show respect to this person before him. There was much Cal could learn and even if 'natural' terramancy wasn't available to Cal; there was ways to use the magical current around him he knew to accomplish some feats. So it was best to be courteous, be corrected, and stay In good graces all the same with Odh. "Hello master Odh. We spoke at the ball a few nights back about me speaking with you in private on some things. I hope now is not a bad time."

Odhranos immediately brightens up when Caltarok speaks. "Ah! It's you, Cal, wonderful!" With lighter steps, Odhranos crosses the intervening space between them and steps up to the door of the castle. "Not at all, now is as good a time as any." Odhranos waves towards the door, and with a hefty clunk, the deadbolt clatters open, allowing Odhranos to gesture the door open. "Do come in. We'll fetch the teapot and mugs and have our tea outside, it's a delightful day after all, it would be a shame to waste it indoors." Odhranos brushes the sand from his feet before he steps into the castle; Lanlan would throw a fit if he came back to find sand everywhere, the drow has quite a thing for appearances. Archmage-to-be or not, Lanlan's fastidious wrath is to be feared. Leading the way, Odhranos patters through the halls of the castle til he reaches his own room. The terramancer's chambers are sparsely decorated, but his desk makes up for it with the mounds of books and clutter it bears. Feeling about the desk, he slides aside a stack of pages and plucks a round-bellied copper teapot from the mess. "A replacement." He comments to Caltarok. "For the one I offered during the ritual. The coppersmiths of Cenril have a way with the metal that few can compare to. I'd recommend them if you're in the market for tools." Odhranos points towards a chest in the other corner of the room. "Could you grab the teacase from there? It's a flat oblong box, beech wood, small brass clasps. You can bring the whole thing down and we can brew a pot on the steps."

Caltarok follows quietly after Odh grateful that he had found the archmage and that he was free for the proffered tea from the ball. Cal looks around the castle taking not of everything in sight, but keeping his hands off anything. Tilting his head, Cal notices how smoothly the archmage is walking despite the 'blindness' that was noted upon their first meetings. Not fully surprised as many beings could accomplish such feats when blind… he knew some dragons talented enough to use the minds of all living beings around them to borrow their own sights to a degree. But how did this human do it? Was it sense for all magic or by some other means. Having made it to the room, Cal follows the directions of Odh to search the chest for the teabox while making comment of his observation, "You seem to be moving better or was that some pretense and humbleness before with the young lady assisting you? Like a loss wager? But ah…. Here it is. I have the teabox." He opens to see the variety of sets before closing it, "Quite a collection of tea it seems. You must drink it quite oft'?"

Odhranos cants his head to the side to hear Cal's question as he heads back in the direction of the front entrance, swinging by the kitchen briefly to fill the teapot with freshwater from the water tank. "I've been practicing quite diligently since we last met. Not that I've really had much of a choice in the matter; Inks has been busy travelling and it would be unfair to depend on her to help guide me forever. There comes a time when I need to learn to walk on my own again." Odhranos grins as they head towards the front door once again. "I've been staying with Inks' and her parents, so it was natural that we'd travel together. Plus, on the off chance that the ball were hosted somewhere with, say, wooden flooring, I'd have been truly blind, so it was comforting knowing that I would have someone at my side. Inks is someone I trust implicitly, so it made travelling to Frostmaw less… daunting." Odhranos realises that Cal isn't familiar with his particular area of expertise and some explaining is in order if he is to elaborate on what he's been practicing. "I should clarify, I'm a terramancer myself. Even before losing my sight, I could sense earth, sand and stone around me, and the tremors and forces that affect them using my magic. A sort of terramantic sight, if you will. Since I lost my vision, I've had to depend on it solely, but it's very dependent on my surroundings." Odhranos gestures to the coral structure surrounding them. "The coral here makes navigating my way around simple, but somewhere like a timber floored house, or a boat at sea would have me as blind as a bat." Out on the steps once more, Odhranos holds out his hands for the tea case. "Tea is one of the single absolute necessities in my opinion. It stimulates the senses and invites conversation and good company. One simply can't go without it." Odhranos rounds off his speech with a simple grin. "All that to say, I simply adore tea. Do you have any preferences yourself?"

Caltarok listens to the explanation as he follows Odh around the castle. He thinks back on the lady he saw Odh with and with what he saw of Inks last night in Vigilanti sempri. So that seamstress last night was who he saw with Odh before. He hadn't really paid that close attention and being in his body without Slyphrena was making things more difficult with the limited facilities he had to endure. Honestly, how in the world did humans as a species live to be as strong as they were. Sure, some like Odh showed intelligence and awareness outside of themselves. But beyond the select few, so many seemed so weak and fragile… he wasn't sure they had much in the way of brains at times. Not that he would ever voice his concern aloud. "Terramancy seems quite useful as you describe it. For me… well I know some pyramancy and aeramancy. Though the later is a subclass of what my family called life magic. Not sure how, but they taught believed that plants, air, and land all made the energy of life. I'm sure there some profound knowledge in it about the cycle of energies; but I know most of my wind spells start with my breathing and feeling of the air. Perhaps it is like your senses through stone perhaps." As the reach the outside, Caltarok takes a deep breath enjoying the lovely air and freshness it contains. Handing the box over, he responds, "I vary between a good black or green tea at times. Though sometimes I may sweeten it with honey when I have the luxury. But not that often. A good long brew for strong tea is best enjoyed first by the aroma and the simplicity of its taste. But yes, good conversation and taste is always welcome with it. How about you master?"

Odhranos is intrigued by Caltarok's insights on magic. "Your family sounds to be well versed in magic to have such a holistic understanding of magic. Many of our newest apprentices think of magic as simply clever hand gestures and fancy sparkles when they first join us, so it's pleasing to find someone versed in magic theory." Odhranos flicks through the sachets of tea, plucking some out seemingly at random and holding them to his nose, navigating the selection by scent alone. "I was writing my thesis before our current crisis began, gathering a compendium on theories of magic fundamentals through interviewing our colleagues in the Guild. Remind me, when all of this is settled and done, to have you sit down and elaborate on what you've mentioned, I think you have an invaluable insight." Odhranos seems to find a tea he approves of, and opens the sachet, pouring a liberal amount of the fragrant tea into the teapot. He swirls the tea around to diffuse it through the water, the produces two seaworn pebbles from his pocket. The pebbles are clenched in his first, then he releases them over the teapot, where they plop into the water musically. "Take a look. The convenience of magic." Odhranos holds the pot out to Cal, who upon looking would find that the two pebbles are now glowing a cherry red at the bottom of the teapot, slowly heating the water around them and beginning a long and exquisite brew. Odh sets the pot down and pulls an uncomfortable face at Caltarok's means of addressing him. "Please, you don't need to call me master or anything of that sort. Odh is fine, Odhranos if you must. The whole master/apprentice dynamic upheld by previous archmages...well, if I'm honest, I'm not very fond of it. Ever since I was elected a Provost, I felt like I've been losing touch with my colleagues and students. I like to teach as an equal, a fellow student of magic. So please, don't feel like I am some sort of lofty dusty master, I'm no loftier or mightier than you are. I'd like if we could converse as equals."

Caltarok notices the trick that Odh shows with the teapot smiling. He done something similar when he meet Lionel to join the warrior guild. At the time the head warrior was truly impressed with what Cal thought was parlor tricks. But here the archmage was showing him the same trick. Caltarok was glad to see he meet a kindred soul with experimenting with magical energies and properties. With his curiosity peaked, Caltarok asks with an excited tone, "Have you ever tried that in reverse? I have used my pyramancy on similar stones to actually draw the heat from around them creating a chilliness in the air. But the size of the stone affects the effectiveness and for how long. It seems even the minerals of the stone has that effect. Yet the right mineral and layering a trigger spell allows the stone to take in heat and then disperse it making camping easier when you don't desire to have a fire but need heat like in the Frostmaw forest." Really considering this human, Caltarok could easily see himself in time coming not only to respect this archmage but to even given him complete trust. "I would be honored to sit down with you in a lecture hall to debate some of the finer details and hear your thesis on magic. I will do my best to respect your desire to treat us as equals instead of the society norms of master/apprentice."

Odhranos nods enthusiastically. "I have indeed, tinkering with thermal and kinetics was some of the first magic I learned when developing my terramancy. The cornerstones of the elemental mancer schools are the basic principles of energy and mass. I should really show you the collection I've amassed, some of the crystals and metals express the most fascinating thermal properties under magic application. Most of them are…" Odhranos trails off as he remembers that this collection is regrettably beyond his reach right now, stashed in his old office in the Mage Tower, now the heart of the Ossian Order. The recollection puts a dampen on the terramancer's mood, and he turns to give Caltarok an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sometimes reality has an unfortunate habit of reminding me of the situation we're in when I least wish to remember it. I'm sure you have many questions and I do want to answer them. Though I do promise that someday we will get to sit down and have a proper debate on magical theory. I would very much look forward to that." The man's expressions soften and he checks the temperature of the teapot as he gestures for Cal to speak. "Anything you want to know, about why the Guild has been displaced, about what happens next; I'm happy to answer as best I can."

Caltarok nodding feeling the solemn mood and turn the conversation has taken. "To be honest and frank… Someday I would like to the whys, but that can wait. I believe that you are a true seeker of wisdom and a heart to pass along that information. For me, that is enough to know you are the one to lead the mages. I have humble skills in magic practice, but maybe I can assist in traveling to the Xalious region to draw some maps and maybe complete some odd jobs to assist in whatever finances we may need to prepare for the battle?" Sitting back casually, Caltarok takes a deep breath. "But the drawing and infiltration to get intel; well I want something more than lessons in magical applications. I need two things to be precise… one to know if you know anything about spirits. I have a fire and wind spirit that usually travel with me. I have been able to bind the fire spirit to help me channel some complicated spells as I learn how much like Inks helped you see as you practiced. But the wind spirit… I can't seem to figure out how to bond and she is different… not just in elemental, but intelligence. Capable of speaking and manipulating large spell all on her own. But I don't know how or why. The other… I want to know what you may know of the ancestral lands of the dragons. I have interest there and wish to study the lands. I know it seems greedy as I am an apprentice, but I have particular reasons/needs for the intel and it will help me be a greater assistance. After the battle, if you wish to know why. I will tell you once we both have earned each others trust and respect." Thinking about how Odh's sight work, he adds as an after thought, "I will even make a special map for you that would give impressions through stones and maybe….hmmm… just maybe with the aid of spirits could give periodic updates regarding key locations. But I cannot guarantee as it means getting cooperation of spirits and they aren't all easily persuaded to do such tasks."

Odhranos lets out a long sigh of relief. "You know, much as might seem odd, that you feel that way means an awful lot to me. This… title, this mantle has been something of an unexpected responsibility, and not one I have entirely embraced yet. But, hearing your confidence is comforting. Thank you, Cal." Odh compounds his words with a genuine smile, expressive and heartfelt. Caltarok's suggestion is met with a few moments of pensive contemplation before the terramancer speaks again. "I will have to discuss it with some of the other members of the Guild before I give you the go ahead; if I am going to agree to send you into Xalious to gather intel, I will not be sending you in empty handed, there will need to be supports and contingencies prepared for you should things go south. Such things will take a little while to prepare." Odhranos reaches out with his elbow and nudges his colleague. "But it is a very good suggestion and I think such intel would be invaluable in the coming conflict." Odh takes this moment to check the tea, and finding it to be ready, he pours two steaming mugs of fragrant black tea, holding one out for Cal to take. "In terms of spirits, they wouldn't be my area of expertise, at least not the kind of spirits you seem to be talking about. However, I can see who among our ranks does know more on the subject and have them talk to you as soon as possible. Someone will know something, I'm sure of it. In terms of dragons, however…." A small grin plucks at the edges of Odhranos' mouth. "Stay here a moment, I'll fetch something." Leaving his mug behind, Odhranos heads into the castle again, returning shortly with a large spherical golden cage in his arms. About the size of a large watermelon, the gilt bars of the cage contain a swirling mass of sand, which hisses like a caged sandstorm, sprouting streamers of fine sand as it whirls. "This is a soul cage. The knowledge that resulted in the creation of this object is something of the genesis behind the conflict we find ourselves in at the moment. But that is an entire other discussion. What is relevant to our conversation today, is what this soul cage contains." Odhranos pats the golden metal fondly and turns to face Caltarok. "The soul of a dragon, over a thousand years old, old enough to witness the fall of the Saurian Empires." Odhranos opens his mouth and the voice that comes out is deeper, more gravelly and unrefined. "I also share the same body and mind as this fusty mage. S'erok Lamaar, at your service." The dragon-soul turns Odhranos' lips up in a toothy grin, as he expresses himself through the mage's voice and features.

Caltarok nods listening Odh explain about the preparations. Though Cal would abide by them for now, he knew he wouldn't make a promise not to try. Somewhere in the Xalious mountains was the ancestral home and what he wanted. As the soul cage is brought out however and Odh explains what is trapped inside… apprehension could be detected possible in his tightening of muscles. Caltarok despised knowing the ancient dragon was captured like this. As the elder dragon soul speaks, Cal responds in a common dragon tongue. "I am Caltarok… Son of the First Storm. Child of the light scaled celestials. May our words be bound in truth and honor as all our kin before us setting the ancestral debates aside. As I have been alone since the falling and at that a youngling; I seek to find the ancient texts written by other celestials in order to learn to harness the powers our ancestors once wielded. Please share not this knowledge with the human and help guide me to our ancestral home within the Xalious mountains so I may learn. Also tell me ancient one… should I take action to free your soul or was this by choice?"

Odhranos or rather S'erok, smiles as Caltarok speaks in the native saurian tongue. "You bristle, Stormchild, and I am heartened that you anger for how I have been imprisoned. But had fate not conspired this way, then we would not have met. Do not rage for what was. Savour what is, that we have this time." S'erok is thoroughly relishing the opportunity to speak with one of his kin, the dragons that live in amongst humans are few and far between in this day and age. "The celestial dragons were ever the most secretive of our race; I can offer directions of where you might seek but time has not been kind to our legacy. I cannot vouch for what you might find." At Caltarok's comment on not sharing what was discussed with Odhranos, and whether he should take action to free him, S'erok breaks into bright laughter. "Your indignation is appreciated, Stormchild, but you bare your fangs at the wrong neck. Odhranos was not the one to tie my soul to this cage. No, it was the very same fiend that now roosts in Xalious, where your colleagues once stood." S'erok turns Odhranos' eyebrows down into an expression of stern intensity. "I spent a thousand years in the void of my own mind. Odhranos freed me from that void, and where others might have railed against sharing their mind with one of our kind, he accepted me and I him. I have understood him to the very depths of his soul and he understood I. I do not keep secrets from him, Stormchild. He is our kin in the most spiritual of ways. I trust you understand the significance of what I mean." S'erok reaches up and tugs the blindfold covering Odhranos' eyes up, so that the blind white irises of the dragon and mage's gaze can meet Caltarok's. "He bore the weight of a dragon's heart breaking and carried me through the storm that threatened to consume me. In life, I would have died for him. Instead, I live for him." The blindfold is replaced, and S'erok begins to retreat from the terramancer's features. "He is worthy of our trust."

Caltarok hearing the dragon vouch for Odh and explain the situation did indeed cool the anger that welled inside. Continuing in the saurian speech, "I will heed your warning and will trust this human. I know not all humans are like those that hunted us in age by gone or those that destroyed my brood... leaving me alone. If directions can be given, please. I will abide by this human's decision and wait for peace to return to the tower before I go. May shade and good hunts always be yours and the human for which you have chosen as a bond-mate in this form." Caltarok would wait in quiet staring at the teapot considering what S'erok said. He knew time was not always friendly and much would be lost or ruin. But Caltarok had a desire to see the ancestral home and rebuild the saurian race in this new era. If Odh is the one to have emerge and made motion, Cal would speak in a gentle whisper full of longing and sadness, "Thank you, Odh for the service given then and now. As you know, I will serve but ask not to tell the others. Only Demeter, my wing-mate or shield mate as warriors call them knows. I rather it remain that way for now. But please consider that perhaps we may be able to procure you information for the attack, if you deem it necessary. In the meantime, is there work that I can do considering my meager ability with fire and air?"

It is Odhranos that emerges, massaging his throat as the scratchy timbre of S’erok’s voice leaves it feeling dry and prickly. “It was a service I would gladly give again, to any member of my guild or my friends. Of which I count you, Cal, if that is not improper of me. Every member of this Guild is as dear to me as a family and I will do everything I can to keep each and every one of you safe.” Odhranos nods and a warm smile scrunches his cheeks jovially. “Your secret is safe with me.” Though his smile is friendly, the tone of Odh’s voice is solemn; he does not take Caltarok’s request lightly. Should it be necessary, he will take the secret to his grave. When the conversation turns to work for Caltarok, Odhranos tugs at his lip in thought. “I’ll be honest, the thought of sending you into Xalious right now does not sit well with me. Risking any one of our members is not something I wish to do, but the fact of the matter is; we are at a significant disadvantage and if we are not proactive in taking steps to prepare for the coming conflict, then we only stack the odds further against us.” The terramancer hums as he mulls the idea over, then he turns towards Cal with a serious expression on his face. “Be truthful with me, Cal. If I were to send you into enemy territory, would you be able to keep yourself alive and well? There is the advantage that you are not known to the Ossian Order, but I still fear for your safety should they suspect you. I need to know that I am not throwing you into a situation that is too much for you to handle.” The silk visage of Odhanos’ blindfold stares at Caltarok intensely, he is genuinely concerned for the apprentice’s safety.

Caltarok sighs gently before responding with a smile at Odh's words of friendship, "To be honest and frank with you, I do not know. In this human form, my magic is most unwieldy and I cannot call as deeply upon it as I could otherwise. But that isn't to say I am utterly defenseless. I am a skilled hunter with the bow and an user of the sword. Although not as practiced. Both of which help hide the fact that I am what I am. Yet in my true form even without all the knowledge normally taught to one of my age by the elders, I am not easily bested in combat." Caltarok pauses trying to imagine the battle from the sky with the mages. He knew he wouldn't be able to best a master, but some may find weaker spells reflect back possibly. Continuing, "Though I will need to go to Xalious at some point either before or after this war for the tower. I will be asking assistance of the adventurer's guild in my search. I am in search of--- I think you all call it a tome? Anyways… a relic protected by my kind's magic along with an artifact." Caltarok settles back in his seat relaxing himself and wondering somewhat on the tea, "But I will abide by your decision on if I should venture into the Xalious mountains in search of the ancient dragon lands before the tower is captured. Though after the tower is restored to her proper owners, I hope you understand that I will be trying to bring dragons back to the Xalious mountains and bring back the dragon lands to their former beauty. Perhaps as friends, we can strike an agreement when that time comes between dragons and mages." He looks again at the tea in ponderance, "Do you think that the tea is ready? But you know when I suggested work earlier, it didn't have to be with getting intel. I figured the people still may have need of assistance and perhaps to help restore… the name of the mage guild? I think that is how they say it?"

“Oh, yes, by all means, it should be perfect to drink now.” Odh gestures to the mug he had poured for Caltarok, forgotten in his haste to fetch S’erok’s reliquary. As he sips from his own drink, savouring the slow warmth as it suffuses him from within, he ponders Caltarok’s quandary. “I would definitely recommend holding off on your search until such time as the tower is reclaimed, if not only from the point of view of your own safety, but also because it will likely be a lot easier for your guildmates to lend a hand when they are safe in their own homes.” Odh shrugs and waves a hand about behind him, gesturing to the castle. “In terms of assistance that can be given here, all of our efforts are currently focused on keeping our guildmates safe and preparing for the upcoming siege. If we can oust the Order and stop Haladavar before his ritual reaches its fruition, then we will be in the best position to clear our names.” Odh turns his attention back to Cal. “In order for that to work, we need allies and intel. So, even if it mightn’t seem like much, anything you could uncover for us in Xalious would be invaluable to securing our victory.”

Caltarok taking his mug begins to sip slowly enjoying the earthy tones and the sense of calm that only a good mug of tea could provide. He watches Odh casually as he explains things to him. Caltarok appreciates both the concern and hesitance that the archmage is providing. With a gentle smile, Caltarok responds, "I will do what I can to uncover what information there may be. I cannot guarantee finding allies. But if it is needed, I do not mind showing up 'late' to assist in my true form. At least then… even lacking the fine control of magics I may be able to do more damage or at least cause a distraction to draw their attention from everyone else. Though Khitti has gotten me to at least control it enough to almost always set arrows on fire and I have been able to improve controlling other elements to bend light and air to see further and hear things from farther off. But you just tell me where you want me and how you wish for me to assist. It can even be the mundane way… arrows, claws, teeth, and tail can do quite a lot of damage and be more accurate to some degree than my magics at the moment."

“I’ll likely be in touch with my colleagues in the Eyrie, Inks and I have friends there who we can call on in times of need. With a number of mounts in the sky, another dragon amongst them will blend right in, especially if our focus is on the battle at hand. Keeping your true nature a secret shouldn’t be too much trouble.” Odh tugs at his chin in thought. “Have you had much chance to talk to Lanlan at all? I know his discipline is a bit different from yours, but there is an overlap between luxomancy and illusion that could help a bit with your magic. Remind me to mention it to him next time we’re all together.” Odhranos holds his mug out towards Cal to bump his against in cheers. “To our victory and safe return, eh?”

Caltarok returns the bump of the mug gently. He hadn't understood what this signified, but he had certainly seen others do it in the taverns amongst the travelers he watched coming and going. A sort of acknowledging and token of companionship. Perhaps… just perhaps… he had found another place where he could truly belong. "As long as those wyverns in the Eyrie are better behaved than the last one that I fear I had to make an example of…" Caltarok would like slightly ashamed at this remembering the poor beast he had made an example of in the frost wyvern nest. Though it had served as a reminder and a thing of dragon pride; he did hold some regret to the life taken. With a shake of his head, he remembers the question asked, "Lanlan? He was that strange one with the cane and a cape, I believe. Hmmm…." Caltarok tries to fully recall that night which had lift him worried and slightly in fear. "No. I can't say I have truly meet or talked with him at all. I have avoided contact outside of Khitti with anyone to be honest. With this whole ordeal… I don't know how to contact the others. But yes, to our victory and return to the tower."