Lucian sauntered out of the tavern with his pack on his back, the umbral twilight of the coming day brought with it a cool and refreshing air that was more reminiscent of the fall rather than the summer, today was the day to leave Dahlia. I have been here long enough and with the experiences that I have had it is safe to say that it is in my best interest to move forward, the wolf packs here have given no further evidence to the getting me any closer towards finding the werewolf mage and with Alistair's failed ritual and that incident in the town of Aldawald. It for the best to just go on about my business. Too many people and too much of a public spectacle for me, I just pray that the good things I have done go back towards the guild and make the family look better. Walking towards the woods, Lucian dipped into the clearing that was nestled among the trees. Whistling calmly, the black descending star that was Nightfall came into view, Lucian knew the Dhullin had probably rested somewhere situated closely and was glad to see he was still healthy. With all the madness of the city, it had been difficult to rest with Nightfall seeing as my aura and escapades would have probably drawn some unnecessary attention to him, and honestly, I can't afford to lose him.

Coming to a slight trot and then a stop, Nightfall neighed as Lucian approached, clearly, he was ready to just as much as I am.

"I know friend. We are leaving this place."

As if nodding in agreement, Nightfall, bent down to let Lucian climb up. Situating himself on the saddle and making sure everything was tied down and secured, Lucian clicked his tongue. Nightfall took off into the sky with a powerful beating of his mighty wings and muscles. The air passing by in a blur. So my last lead is in Sieghart, seeing as that is what the rumors and that conversation with Priscilla had suggested. Granted, at this point, I don't expect run into the other werewolf mage, but any more connections with my bestial brethren would prove to be beneficial towards becoming a stronger wolf. Besides, Little one said that she had been transformed by a werewolf in those very same mountains if I am going to help her, I need to know the stock in which her form was bred.

As Lucian mulled over his words, the world continued to pass by in a blur, the air growing chiller as they neared their destination. The mountains would be cold, I'm sure of it. And just like a monster, I'm sure they are just as unforgiving.

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