[so ser estinien himself appears, his drachen mail clinking, the curves of his helm gleaming, the spikes and lines of his spear strangely menacing in the firelight. for a moment, francel is so flabbergasted that he forgets to be offended — though, even as he realizes he is being mistaken for an errand-boy, he isn't too offended. ser estinien's reputation precedes him. francel knows full well that the azure dragoon is a man who does not bother with pleasantries.]
...Svara flies in the rearguard of her formation, as has ever been her wont. Dragonflies and aevis make up the majority of her forces, but Naul and a number of other wyverns fly with them.
[francel adjusts his position in his chocobo's saddle, ready to ride back to the locks again.]
The evacuation of Skyfire Locks is already underway, so you need not be concerned with civilians in the crossfire. But I had no intention of leaving my knights to fight among themselves, Ser Estinien.
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...Svara flies in the rearguard of her formation, as has ever been her wont. Dragonflies and aevis make up the majority of her forces, but Naul and a number of other wyverns fly with them.
[francel adjusts his position in his chocobo's saddle, ready to ride back to the locks again.]
The evacuation of Skyfire Locks is already underway, so you need not be concerned with civilians in the crossfire. But I had no intention of leaving my knights to fight among themselves, Ser Estinien.