[Post here first] Southern Valley Pass

Remelia fills out the questions both concisely and accurately. The name she gives is less accurate because her birth name is six words long and no part has less then seven syllables, she find human have a hard time remembering it. Her purpose for visiting? To delight and enthrall the good people of Gauldin with her rapturous voice! For money, of course.
she hands back the paper with a smile, settling comfortably back into her pile of coils. "Now, before I leave your lovely scenic valley, pray tell: where can a girl find warm lodging nearby this late at night?" She grins. "Any homely taverns with warm fireplaces?"

Remelia waves goodbye with a grin. "Bun voyash!" She replies, cheerfully unaware of how horrid her accent is. She gives the reins a tug to get the mare moving again, a yawn coming out involuntarily. Time for this snek-lady to get in out of the cold.

As Ashanti approaches the gates the same older blonde woman who processed Remelia comes out to greet her. Her tone is of course affable but professional.

"Bonjour madam I am mage commandant Lafayette welcome to Gauldin. Before you may pass through you will need to fill out some paper work."

A writing board and a form is produced it has the same three standard questions: name, country of origin, and reason for visit. As Ashani is a magic user she is also advised that she will of course be issued travel papers which will need to be kept on her at all times. As well as the standard spiel about those papers.

"There are actually three académie in Gauldin and they are more than happy to take in foreign students. Though the one most people want to get into is the one in Travére, and that is only for the very rich or the very talented."

Lafayette can't help but preen a little as she adds.

"I studied there myself and I can assure the education is second to none, if you can get in. I was sponsored though by the noble house of Armitage."

A skinny, white-haired mage walks down the path, wearing a backpack. He wanders over to the guards, waving nervously.

"Hello! I'd like to enter the country. I'm on a transfer student program, and I'm here to study at the academy."

He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a document, with a travel permit and an explanation of the transfer student program. It tells how he's from the Aaedan academy of magic, and he's here to study runescribing with the finest professors of Gauldin.

Godwin drifts high over the outpost, over the clouds and too high for the guards to see. He rides on a gibbering devourer 
with his former assistant Eva Lancaster . Some bags are tied to the abomination like a donkey.

"What a lovely country. Hey look, there's vineyards over there! That's neat."

They drift along, over the checkpoint and into Gauldin.

Eva leans over the side of the abomination on her hands and knees carefully to view the vineyards below, at which she smiles brightly, "Gauldin is such a nice country." she said happily.

She did not seem to be fightened by heights as she peered down at the ground for a few moments before moving to plop back down towards the middle of the abomination next to Godwin again. She appeared normal again, having reverted back to her original form for now, complete with her bunny outfit. She did not know why exactly she still wore it, it just felt right, she supposed, also she had no doubt that Godwin liked the outfit as well.

When the two destroyers drifted out of the clouds Eva covered her mouth in worry, before she poked Godwin to get his attention, "Godwin! I think we are in trouble..." A few moments after she said this the ships would open up with a magically enhanced dialogue of their own.

A squad of soldiers, accompanied by a half dozen mages great the two as they land their monstrosity. There is not a single friendly face in the crowd, and with no explanation the two are hustled into a private interrogation room. The two are instructed to sit and left to wait for a long hour, before Mage Commandant Lafayétte enters the room. Her expression is just shy of a scowl and she says curtly.

"Names, and country of origin."

Her question is comes out as a demand, for whatever reason the military is taking a great deal of exception to what these two tried to do.

Oswald would approach the checkpoint, riding a rather standard black horse. As he reached the checkpoint, he would remove his hood so the guards could clearly see his face. When approached by them, he would do as they wished, filling out the paperwork handed to them.

He would nod at their warning about not being seen without the papers and assure them that they had nothing to worry about. Assuming nothing else was out of order, he would continue through the checkpoint and into Gauldin.

Grandma had summoned him here to fulfill a role, a role that was just the type he was looking for. After his many years of training, he had finally decided he wanted to put it to some good use. He was tired of others in the magical community judging him just by the type of magic he used, he would soon show them mages of all kinds could be a boon to society.