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PouchKaz mounted the griffon and rushed across the land. He soared over the city that he now called his home. It was a magnificent city and one that he loved even more now.
It was dazzling from the sky as he rushed by and left it behind. The wind rustling his hair as the griffon soared over the mountain tops. He made his way past familiar land and into the less-traveled territory.
He reached into his bag to grab the occasional pancake and toss it back as his other handheld onto the griffon to keep him aboard. He rushed across the land to catch up to his target. Word of a strange merchant with powerful wares for sale. he made his mad dash across the skies to reach it as soon as he possibly could. Nothing else was on his mind other than the grave act that he committed there in the past.
His trip took him by the new land that another guild now owned. He didn't land and just flew overhead. He had sent word to meet with them but there was plenty of time for that in the future. His rush was thrilling. The landscape would normally have taken his breath away if he had not seen it so many times in the past.
He flew around it and only landed long enough to catch some sleep and for the griffon to rest its tired and worn-out body. The poor creature had seen better days but it could sense the resolve of the wind mage. They had to get there as quickly as they could. And time was not in their favor. The merchant was a tricky one to keep hold of.
Finally, they arrived at the worth woodsea to see the merchants tent below them.
It was dazzling from the sky as he rushed by and left it behind. The wind rustling his hair as the griffon soared over the mountain tops. He made his way past familiar land and into the less-traveled territory.
He reached into his bag to grab the occasional pancake and toss it back as his other handheld onto the griffon to keep him aboard. He rushed across the land to catch up to his target. Word of a strange merchant with powerful wares for sale. he made his mad dash across the skies to reach it as soon as he possibly could. Nothing else was on his mind other than the grave act that he committed there in the past.
His trip took him by the new land that another guild now owned. He didn't land and just flew overhead. He had sent word to meet with them but there was plenty of time for that in the future. His rush was thrilling. The landscape would normally have taken his breath away if he had not seen it so many times in the past.
He flew around it and only landed long enough to catch some sleep and for the griffon to rest its tired and worn-out body. The poor creature had seen better days but it could sense the resolve of the wind mage. They had to get there as quickly as they could. And time was not in their favor. The merchant was a tricky one to keep hold of.
Finally, they arrived at the worth woodsea to see the merchants tent below them.
