The South Gate [POST HERE FIRST]

"Ahh, there's lots of vamps in the city - she's just one of the original founders."

The two horsemen would flank the boy vampire along as they approached the gates - where a number of non human guardians were watching the road leading in and out of the city with glaring eyes, many of them aglow. But nothing made any sort of aggressive stance towards them - in fact, a small number offered a wave or gesture in greeting.

"Here we are. You're welcome 'round the city, but I'd stay away from Uptown unless you got some coin to throw. Or Scourge..." The soldier would lean forward in his saddle to draw lower to Roy's height as they walked, lowering his voice. "I been down there a time or two - real shady, even for me."

A cart rattled by, drawn by something that might have been an ox once - with a tail trailing behind the wheels that bore a short number of humans in shackles. The skeleton veered his mount aside to avoid colliding with it.

When he grew closer to the city and the road hardened or became cobble, the sound of metal boots betrayed the presence of the man in the fur cloak who had followed a familiar scent towards the large portcullis gate. Coming to a halt by it, he peered through to the other side of the gate and wondered for a moment if he should announce himself. He decided against it, not yet sure who ruled this dark land or what reaction they might have to his arrival. Instead he merely made to walk through, his figure casting a dark shadow on the wall.

Following the traffic of people, Leviath passed through without incident. He pulled his thick cloak, which was lined with white and grey fur, closer around his shoulders so that everything below his chin was concealed except for the short spikes at the end of his sabatons. Though he had followed Royal Fletcher to this place, he decided not to initially seek him out but instead to explore and take in the city and it's people. He was a long way from his dark, labyrinthine castle - a long way from the creatures who shared his home and were loyal to him. He could tell from simply looking around him that the creatures of this place were lesser - common, almost disgusting. He doubted heavily the purity of their blood, or if any there could even be useful to him.

Yet perhaps the city itself. The distance was not too great, yet not too close to his home to render worthless the plan he could craft. It was a perfectly situated for a second site, but he could not just walk in and prepare without interruption.

He took in a deep breath through his nose, if only to smell the environment waiting for him. Then, with no sound made, proceeded inwards.

(Sorry for the lacking response Grandma)

Indeed, there was little to hinder her upon her arrival. The older woman would find she could pass through the gates with little more than the occasional stray glance or even a nod in a brisk greeting. It seemed that the average citizen of Airedale didn't seem too concerned with her concealed appearance - granted, there were a number of unusual-looking persons wandering in and out of the gate. She seemed to blend in quite well.

Ok, think, helpless maiden. Helpless maiden. Oh woe is me. I am a scared.

Jun was being carried by the evil-looking Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui in an attempt to convince the guards that she was some sort of prisoner. Dressed in blue robes befitting an elder of her clan, she was doing her best to appear dismayed and what-not. They were approaching the South Gate.

Jun's wrists and arms were cuffed in a strange vine. The plant was covered with tiny tentacles, each with a drop of viscous liquid which kept it glued in place. The sundew-like plant was draining her mana and containing it in a small bulb in the middle of the "cuffs".

Blackbean was riding comfortably on top of Jarkoopi's head.

Jun of the Celadine, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui

There was little commotion in Jark's arrival, though it was clear there was a bit of uncertainty. Dragons were not a common sight in Helmfirth, actually rather rare. But this one didn't soar over the city and lay siege in fire and brimstone, so they were a little more inclined to believe that it was as sentient as any of them.

The few travelers stared for a few moments before continuing along their way in and out of the gates, and two soldiers approached the dragon and the captive woman - their spears at their sides more like walking staves than weapons at the moment. A more casual gate.

One nodded an informal bow towards Jark. "Evening, sir." He would glance over Jun for a moment before looking up to the dragon with non-existent eyes in his hollow skull. "I daresay I haven't seen one like you around before. What can we do for you?"

Excellent, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui could get straight to the point.
“I would like to meet with the Warden, I’m looking to setup a sort of bargain" he glanced at Jun, "with them so I may live in the general vicinity of the city.”
Hopefully this would go swiftly, and they’d be on their way.

Why Mr, Slinky? Why? What did he ever do to you- wait what?

It was the word Covenant that alarmed Jun the most. She had been prepared to knock a warlord's butt into next Tuesday, but dealing with an entire council in a city of undead was not what she had in mind. Were they in over their heads? Would they be able to fight the entire council if they had to?

Jun diligently maintained her posture of resignation. She kept her shoulders low, she avoided eye contact with the skulls' non-existent eyes, and she kept her arms limp even as she focused on channeling more mana into the hungry sundew vines.

But in her head, she started considering other possible strategies.

Jun of the Celadine, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui


The guardsmen were taken about by the rudeness, but they chalked it up to this being a newcomer in general. But then again, why would this dragon seeking to house himself near the city wish to speak with the Warden as they had pointed out the proper channels? And WHY would anyone call upon the Warden anyways?! Most residents avoided her and her facility like the plague.

But it wasn't their place to question. Bony jaws clamped shut and they merely motioned for the dragon and his captive to follow through gates - which were towering and wide enough that Jark should be able to pace through without being cramped.