Luciphel had been on the way toward Graywatch regardless, given that it was simpler for him to get a gryphon ride from there to where he was going next. Of course the small fact that he felt something decidedly off in that direction, not to mention he was now smelling way too much smoke for the few campfires that the outpost had...
Well, he turned the easy trot he'd been crossing ground with into a more hurried canter. A gallop might get him there even faster, but he wanted to scout the outskirts first before barreling in. Decide if he ought to call in backup before diving in feet first.
Given the fact his first sight upon coming up on those outskirts was a particular Archmage practically naked and bloody, in the company with naught but a sheep--who it would appear was the source of the uneasy 'off' sensation that had first caught his attention.
He slowed the canter down into a walk, coming to a halt in front of Khadgar, the look on the equine face one of inquiry. He's not judging you, Archmage, but seriously, what the hell is going on here?
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Well, he turned the easy trot he'd been crossing ground with into a more hurried canter. A gallop might get him there even faster, but he wanted to scout the outskirts first before barreling in. Decide if he ought to call in backup before diving in feet first.
Given the fact his first sight upon coming up on those outskirts was a particular Archmage practically naked and bloody, in the company with naught but a sheep--who it would appear was the source of the uneasy 'off' sensation that had first caught his attention.
He slowed the canter down into a walk, coming to a halt in front of Khadgar, the look on the equine face one of inquiry. He's not judging you, Archmage, but seriously, what the hell is going on here?