Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191127222222/@comment-25828117-20191128201549

"Indeed it is." Nemicus said with a rather odd mix of pride and apprehensiveness. You don't choose where you grow up, but at the same time. You're probably most well known with its short comings as well. And Nemicus and Graicus had lived through a lot of short comings.

The city on the horizon was partially hidden behind the ships that were housed in its docks. Beyond them lay a city of exclusively red-tiled roof tops with white limestone walls. Perhaps the only building not belonging to this motif was the chapel of dibella which towered over the generally low built houses.

Other landmarks included the lighthouse and the castle of the count. Both of which lay outside the city walls.

Nemicus instructed the helmsman to make ready for arrival. They would be there in under half an hour.

Helian meanwhile was training Dancer to hover in one spot. Gusts of wind made his clothes flap in the wind and his hair fall back, but the cook seemed to grin and approve of the gryphon's progress. Rewarding the beast which had grown slightly bigger with little treats made of leftover salted meat.

Lysilde had not been able to contact Brother Sophius in the meantime. It had happened before that he was unavailable. But it had never taken this long. She hoped everything was alright.