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Chapter 22

The morning dawned, a cascade of sunlight spilled its golden embrace over Entis, infusing every corner with the reassuring warmth of a new day. Gryphons, in their regal splendor, exchanged resonant cries that echoed through the waking city, heralding the advent of life's inexorable rhythm. The symphony of civilization swiftly wove itself into the ambient soundscape, a testament to the ceaseless pulse of Lumara's beating heart. Amidst this burgeoning vitality, a sense of promise hung in the air—a promise of fresh beginnings and hopeful anticipation. Yet, for diligent souls like Skywing, the spirited hustle and bustle of the city merely marked the commencement of another day's toil, a labor of dedication etched into the very fabric of his being.

Since the first hint of dawn, Skywing had been locked in a relentless vigil, the shadows of a restless night etched upon his features. His eyes, weary and weighted with the burdens of sleepless hours, drooped as he sat in the morning mess hall. Despite having spent the entire night poring over the documents pertaining to Lyndis, the graveness of his duty compelled him to revisit them again and again. Unspoken but palpable, a tremor of disquiet coursed through his paws—a gnawing fear that the elusive woman held no knowledge of Arcturus or his elusive whereabouts. Another facet of his psyche grappled with a phantom chill, for in that moment, Skywing stood as the solitary bulwark against the union of Lyndis and the monstrous entity under Suntail's employment. The offenses recorded on Lyndis's files might, to some, warrant diminished sympathy, yet Skywing found none worthy of the horrific fate that awaited her in the clutches of that unholy creature.

On any other day, Skywing might not have inclined much sympathy towards this rogue. A cursory glance at the sprawling narrative of her life etched across numerous pages revealed a tale fraught with danger, criminal machinations, and a blatant disregard for the very law and order Lumara sought to uphold. She was a shadow, weaving through the mundane with a disdainful laugh, treating every obstacle in her path as a grand game, a mere challenge to vanquish and thereby underscore her mastery in making those in authority appear nothing more than unwitting fools.

Surrounded by the rhythmic hum of life awakening, gryphon and human soldiers alike commenced their breakfast ritual. Conversations swirled around morning assignments, the latest gossip, and whispers of activity beyond their borders. Within this bustling camaraderie, Skywing's squad seamlessly integrated, their beaks clacking in animated discussions with another team of gryphons slated for a joint training exercise. While disappointment tinged the air for Skywing's absence, understanding prevailed, though it did little to deter the irreverent banter from the likes of Frostbeak, who couldn't resist a good-natured jab at his commander.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll ensure our squad shines," the gryphon declared, ruffling his feathers with a prideful smirk. "Do try and enjoy your conversation with the girl."

"I assure you, sifting through these documents, it's bound to be anything but enjoyable," he sighed, flipping the latest page where it detailed an exceptional incident involving the shaving of a gryphon noble. "She appears to be a whirlwind of chaos, with no regard for Lumara. She might prove to be a tough nut to crack."

"Nothing beyond your capabilities, I surmise." Talonheart padded her way over, wiping her beak of morning porridge. "She'll be singing a different tune in no time."

"Appreciate the optimism, but uncertainty lingers," he admitted, his ears splaying before the female gave him an assuring nuzzle along the neck.

“Just do try and be careful, we already know she goes for cheap shots."

"Is that the true reason he's not accompanying us?" Powerfeather wandered over, kissing her husband on the beak and receiving an affectionate coo in return. "Trouble walking straight, sir?"

"Fret not; that won't be happening again." Skywing shifted on his hinds, a phantom pain flickering through him from the events of the previous night. "Just be cautious during the practice against the Screaming Rocs. They've got a kobold named Mug who has an unsettling fondness for setting things ablaze."

“Don't worry, he won't be setting my ass on fire." Powerfeather's chest swelled.

“That's my job." Frostbeak nipped at the man's mustache.

"I do not speak in jest." Skywing continued, the remnants of discomfort evident in his tone. "A year ago, his companion made a dismissive comment about kobolds in the squadron, treating them as nothing more than mischievous pests. Mug, that scaled rascal, took it upon himself to incinerate every piece of clothing the offender owned, reveling in a cruel delight as the flames danced."

“One wonders what pull he must have to remain in the squadron." Powerfeather's eyes widened.

“So, watch yourself." He gestured with a wing to the man's mustache, “Especially that."

“Not my mustache." Powerfeather gasped.

“Especially your mustache, he loves to burn those, and beards clean off."

“Then we will have to be diligent." He held it with care, a worried look about him.

“Don't you worry your feathers off." Talonheart chirped as the boys wandered off, discussing how they were going to avoid the pyromaniac kobold. “I'll keep an eye on them in your absence."

He nodded, “What would I do without you?"

“However." Her tone hardened, eyeing his paperwork, “That means don't you go forgetting breakfast. Shouldn't be interrogating princesses with an empty stomach."

“Of course." His ears splayed as he averted his gaze, getting an angry squawk.

“I mean it!" Her pink and brown feathers ruffled.

“That I have no doubt. Though I think you're already failing in your duties?" He gestured behind her, where Powerfeather and his husband had already strolled over to the gryphons known as the Screaming Eagles, exchanging banter with a clay scaled kobold sporting a fancy pair of goggles.

“Gods damn it! I turned my back for five seconds. Good luck sir!" Talonfeather sprinted off, ears pinned to her neck as she yelled to her companions. “Didn't you hear the Commander?"

** * * * * * *

As the commander's stomach incessantly gnawed at him, he found himself ensconced within the confines of the interrogation chambers. The light emitted by the mana lanterns, casting an affectionate glow upon the darkened stone walls, seemed almost taunting as it accentuated the persistent protests emanating from his growling insides. Anticipating the imminent cross look and ensuing lecture from Talonheart, he could already envision the relentless chiding that awaited him. She possessed an uncanny knack for ferreting out his clandestine endeavors, and he knew he would never hear the end of it. A resigned sigh escaped his lips as he explored the constraints of the central chains, intricately connected to a well-crafted chair strategically positioned opposite the commanding mahogany desk that dominated most of the space.

Running his beak through his feathers, he sought distraction from the wolves currently gnawing at his insides. Such deliberate movements offered him a semblance of focus, clearing his thoughts through the methodical work that would better prepare him for the impending battle of wits against the adventurous princess. While it held true that the gleaned information about her might provide some insight into what lay ahead, the true test awaited him only when she, bearing down on him like a relentless force, would put his preparations for the ultimate trial.

Skywing's eyes widened in astonishment as the door groaned open, revealing a snout adorned in shades of muted grey.

Azzik's voice, calm and composed, echoed through the crackling air. "You ready for me in there?"

"Azzik, was it?" Skywing's laughter resonated through the air, a warm and hearty sound that seemed to dance on the edges of camaraderie. With a casual flourish of his black and white wings, he bid the tiny lizard entry. "Whatever brings you here, I wasn't expecting company, save Lyndis, and she's not supposed to be here for another half-hour."

"Suntail always wants the Circle of Truth for questioning readied." the kobold in blueberry robes replied, sauntering in with a burned brown satchel that threatened to spill its contents. The weight nearly pulled him over, matching the pack on his back. This backpack, stretched to the brink, had a leather strap holding together an assortment of vials and containers filled with various spell reagents. Around Azzik's neck, a radiant amulet adorned with a brilliant crystal emitted a subtle, warm glow, symbolizing the divine connection he shared with his goddess, Gleinreich, the goddess of wealth and trade. With a grunt, Azzik carefully placed the satchel on the table. The scent wafting from it was both enticing and stomach-rumbling, immediately captivating the commander's beak.

"Is it? No one thought to inform me." The commander attempted to maintain a composed expression, yet a flicker of pain passed through his gut, summoning a gurgle that proved less than discreet.

“Suntail likes to make sure no one can lie."

His ears pinned, "I don't particularly fancy the notion of a spell that compels one to truth."

Azzik replied with a patient tone, "That is not how the spell operates, Commander. It simply prevents falsehoods; it doesn't compel speech."

“Well, that's a relief then. I prefer my conversations without magical coercion. Let's get this Circle of Truth over with." His tail thumped indignantly as the little lizard set down his pack and began rummaging through it. “Quite a collection you've got there, Azzik. Need help finding anything in that magical treasure trove?"

Azzik chuckled softly, his snout scrunching up in mild frustration as he continued to rummage through the sack. "Oh, I know exactly where everything is. It's just a matter of finding the right moment to pull it out, you'll see."

“Seems as though you're one to prepare for anything." He warbled in approval, getting a weakened laugh from the cleric.

“One could say that, or you could be like Feku and insist I plan too much, thinking I hope to slay a ravenous acid drooling ghoul."

“Nonsense." The gryphon leaned in, his crown feathers rising in curiosity as his attention homed in on the satchel, “One can never be overly prepared. However, one can't help but wonder what secrets lie within that preparation."

“Oh, of course I forgot!" Azzik produced a piece of chalk from his pack, then approached the gryphon with a warm smile, “We assumed that Lyndis wouldn't enjoy a proper meal before this, so we thought we'd prepare something for her and, of course, something for you too."

“I don't remember ordering room service," Skywing quipped with a wry smile.

“True, but Suntail mentioned you might forget."

"Did she now?" Skywing chuckled nervously, fully aware that the inquisitor was likely scrutinizing their conversation. "It would seem she hit the mark with this one." He tapped a pouch fastened with thick leather belts. "Though I thought Lyndis was supposed to be already fed."

"She is, but not very well, sir," Azzik replied sheepishly, "at least not well enough to think highly of you. I thought you might need a bit of support in dealing with her. People are always more cheerful and talkative on a full stomach of yummy food."

“While that might be so, the mind brims with possibilities on what you got for me." His beak began to salivate, the commander forced to swallow it down, “Anything good?"

“Look and see!"

Shrugging his wings, he undid the latch, peeling back the container to find a metal bowl within. It was teeming with finger-sized worms shimmering with a faint iridescence, showcasing a palette of colors that seemed to mimic the hues of the sky. They writhed and shifted amidst the teal gryphonmint leaves that rested within the dish.

"Early bird gets the worms! Skyworms in this case, with the gryphonmint that all the gryphons seem to like these days, quite the craze," Azzik beamed, only to falter as he met the commander's less-than-enthusiastic visage.

"I do hope you have something more palatable." he chirped with splayed ears, attempting not to wretch and spoil the gesture.

"Is something amiss? Wyrm's Delight is usually quite delectable. I even have the moonstone nectar to drizzle on it—"

“I'm not quite fond of Wrym's Delight, nor Skyworms in general. They'd be my choice if nothing else was available."

"Apologies if our culinary venture missed the mark." Azzik lamented, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "It's touted as a gryphon delicacy, and we thought it might suit your taste. But I gather you're not a fan of horse either?"

"Let's not rush to conclusions; horse meat is a personal favorite of mine." Skywing clarified, a note of amusement in his voice. "It's the preparation of these particular worms that doesn't quite sit well with me. Alive and wriggling is a bit too... lively for my palate." he chuckled, sealing the container with a smirk.

“Wiggling so you can feel it all the way down!"

“I appreciate the effort, Azzik. I'm just not the gryphon you're looking for I'm afraid."

The cleric, however, was not fully bested. Instead, he moved onto another of the pouches and unfastened the belt. "Don't worry, Commander Skywing, we have more. Just in case you were not full because of the worms, we made extra for you."

“Oh?" The commander's head cocked as his ears perked in interest. “And what would that be?"

As the kobold skillfully unfastened the satchel, its contents unfurled into a vibrant culinary tableau—a composition of Serafin tuna fillets atop what could only be described as elven hearth bread, toasted to a symphony of sweet and smoky whispers. Accompanying this spectacle was a cauldron, filled to the brim with Lunar herb broth, its roasted seaweed beckoning Skywing's beak closer as if in a seductive dance. The final revelation emerged in the form of vials of tea, where herbs and leaves from the venerable Eldertrees wove together a fragrance that subtly echoed the profound wisdom etched into the very essence of Drenedar's ancient forests.

"If the Eldertree tea isn't to your liking, we also have some of the morning brown potion that Lady Lyndis enjoys." Azzik smiled, producing a diminutive pitcher and placing it delicately on the table, swiftly gathering two tankards to accompany it.

"Coffee." Skywing unveiled his meal with a trill, "Are you sure?"

"Course, as I say, we made enough. Shame about the worms, Feku was so happy about those-"

Skywing ruffled his feathers, “No need to dash her spirits. Leave them here and I'm sure there is a gryphon we can pass them to. Just tell her I loved them, and they were wonderful."

"Of course." Azzik bowed his head before turning around, whispering a prayer to Gleinreich under his breath. Kneeling upon the floor, Azzik began to draw out intricate shapes with the chalk, long, spindly lines that intersected with precision, taking on the appearance of a network of rivers or spiderwebs. The patterns seemed to glow faintly with a magical energy, invoking the goddess's presence to watch over the room.

While the kobold diligently performed his tasks, Skywing indulged in his meal, allowing the intricate flavors to pirouette on his tastebuds and elicit small, involuntary chirps and warbles of pleasure. The initial serving of fish and toast almost singed his beak, prompting the commander to feign a surprised squawk, attempting to pass it off as an amused reaction. Following that fiery encounter, Skywing ensured that subsequent bites were granted a suitable moment to cool, savoring each mouthful with deliberate enjoyment.

Humming a gentle tune, Azzik proceeded to complete his intricate circle, his tail swaying in rhythmic accompaniment to the melodic hum. To Skywing, the runes and shapes seemed like a captivating work of art, reminiscent of the paintings Arcturus once crafted for him. A bittersweet chuckle escaped Skywing's beak as he recalled one portrait where he, Selina, and Geoffrey attempted to pose but found it challenging to remain still for various reasons. The artist, not Arcturus this time, had grown so frustrated that they stormed off, leaving the knight to complete the artwork alone.

Skywing, releasing a contented sigh, patted his stomach and belched with satisfaction. "Truly delightful. Skipping breakfast was a wise decision; it allowed me to fully savor this culinary delight."

The kobold was busy away, adding the finishing touches to his circle, sprinkling a bit of salt around the shape before standing tall and washing his hands. He bowed his head and whispered, “May the currents of commerce flow in my favor, and the knowledge bestowed upon me be sharp as a blade. In your name, Glenreich, I cast this spell, with the hope that prosperity follows where it is laid."

“Always have to thank her huh?" he asked with a twitch of his ear.

Azzik turned with a brief nod, “Indeed Commander. In the intricate dance of trade and the pursuit of wealth, acknowledging the Lady of Gold is not just a tradition; it's a wise practice. Glenreich's influence is woven into the very fabric of our ventures. By expressing our gratitude, we recognize the delicate balance of commerce and the knowledge that guides us. It's not merely a formality; it's a conscious acknowledgment of the forces that shape our successes."

“And the song I heard you humming? The one that had your tail wiggling?"

Azzik laughed nervously as he shifted on his feet, “You heard that?"

He gestured to his ears, “We're quite good at it."

“Just a song I heard, back in village. It's called the Glimmering Forgefire." Azzik dismissed it, “Nothing that would interest you in sir."

“Nonsense." Laughed Skywing, “I've always been curious about other cultures."

“It's a song about unity, community perseverance." He replied, “Also of the flames from the forges that build our tools. My village passed it down as something of strength."

“Sounds very close to the dwarven Gemlight Seronade. It's song by many clans in the Foggy Mountains over their craftsmanship. Though yours sounds awfully like a friend of mine might enjoy, perhaps you've met him. A kobold by the name of Mug. He's got clay-colored scales, bright green eyes, likes to sport a pair of goggles."

“The one obsessed with fire?" Azzik's eyes narrowed as he hissed.

“He has been known to be a pyromaniac yes."

“Permission to speak freely commander?"

“Granted." He waggled a wing.

“Mug is a no good, tunnel squatting jerk." Azzik crossed his arms, stomping his foot. “He just likes to swear and set things on fire."

“Sounds like him." Sighed Skywing, “When he's not tinkering with his gadgets. But he's a good person when you get to know him."

“I'd rather not."

“Alright then, fair enough, but go ahead and answer me this." He gestured to the food, “In my reports it says this princess Lynalla likes to swear a lot as well, some might consider her a tunnel squatting jerk, why go through all this for her? You don't even know her." His brow rose with a laugh, “Are you planning on letting her go?"

“Of course, not commander." Squeaked Azzik, “She was just nice to us was all, figured she needed a good pick me up."

“Uh-huh." He said, keeping an eye on the now squirming kobold, “Some might say that's noble, treating our prisoners with respect."

“Respect is a coin with dual faces." Azzik clutched a little amulet of coins around his neck, “Beyond nobility, it's an investment in reputation. Glenreich teaches us that every interaction, even with prisoners, can shape future deals and alliances. It's about understanding the dance of relationships that extends from battlegrounds to markets. Our actions ripple beyond the immediate, guided by the Lady of Wealth's influence on both gold coins and the intangible treasures of goodwill. Consider it a strategic move in the grand game we navigate."

He shook his head, “So it's less about being kind and more about personal gain?"

“Treating others well isn't just a virtue; it's an investment in a network of trust that can yield dividends beyond the immediate."

“Perhaps, I guess having a friend in a royal isn't all that bad." He shifted, thinking back to his chase of her, “After all, despite all her crimes and the image that was painted of her, she didn't resort to harming us."

“Unless you count her punching your balls sir." Azzik stifled in a laugh, his eyes widening as the gryphon gave him an inquisitive chirp.

“Hear about that did we?"

“Thought it was rather funny." Replied the kobold sheepishly, “Lady Lyndis was rather proud of it.

“Was she now?" His ears pinned and wings tucked at such an embarrassment, he was never going to hear the end of it. “Still, I'm in agreement that she's more than she seems, in fact, she's going to help me find my missing friend."

“You think she will? She seemed rather cross with you and Suntail sir."

“I have your food to soften her up for one thing, and I'll offer her a chance to get out of here." He gave a resounding trill, “Her people love that sort of get out of jail free."

“Are you sure that's wise? Suntail might not like that trade."

“Suntail cares about the Rothdellian mages." Squawked Skywing, “I imagine letting this small fish to go catch the bigger one will be alright in her book." He chose a spot on the wall, figuring that's where the inquisitor was looking from, patiently observing what was to come. “Now Azzik, tell me, is there anything you might know of this Lyndis that could help me?"

“Not so much I'm afraid." Azzik took the gryphon's empty tray, shoving it back into his pouches, “She's got a good heart, seemed to care about us kobolds." The little one smiled, “Gave the mean guard a new nick name, we liked it." He snickered, “Twat waffle."

“Mean guard?" The gryphon cocked his head.

“Nothing we can't handle sir. Anything else you need before I get going?"

“What are you and your mate doing after this?" He gave him a beak parted smile, “I could always use the extra claws on my team, flight crew or rider. Gods know that Talonheart could use a partner, and if your mate can cook as good as this, we will never eat slop ever again. I'll get you all the ingredients you could ever ask for." He gave the imaginary spot where Suntail was to be, “I think we could work something out with your boss."

“Oh wow, that's a big offer Commander. Though to be honest, I like it here well enough." He rested a hand on the stone, “Not very dangerous, no big monster to eat us. Plus, all the books I can read. Sure, it has a few jerks, but we can handle them."

“Ah, not the adventurous type? Shame."

Azzik shifted, “I'd be lying if it wasn't appealing sir, but Feku likes it here. Though it's more because we owe Suntail for rescuing us from an observer."

“The floating head the size of a gryphon, razer sharp teeth and all the dangly bits that end in eyes and shooting lasers?" He whistled, “Someday I'd like to hear the story on how you lot managed to best that."

“It was mostly Suntail sir, you'd have to ask her." With a gentle wave and nod, the kobold departed, leaving Skywing to his thoughts.

Before too long, the reverberation of a clamor reached Skywing's ears, a series of curses echoing in the common tongue. It marked the entrance of Lyndis, forcefully pushed through the door and unceremoniously deposited into her seat by the trio of guards accompanying her.

"What's the matter, can't handle little ole me?" Lyndis snarked, a wry smile playing on her lips as she addressed the trio before her—a human, a gryphon, and a minotaur, all armed to the teeth. "Oh hey, it's you, tiger tail. Hate to admit it, but you have a vigilant group this lot."

“What did she do this time?" Skywing sighed, checking over her face, clearly there were no signs of injury or mistreatment.

“Tried to escape, though first came the sweet talking." Said the human guard, “Then she was moving about like an eel, if not for the manacles, I think she would have given us the slip."

“Given you the slip." Snorted the bulwark of muscle that was the almond furred minotaur, adding a swish of his tail, “I would have caught her."

“I saw her slip right threw your arms there Martag." Squawked the gryphon guard with pinned ears, “No need for the bragging."

"But lucky me," Lyndis sighed sarcastically, "I'm stuck with all your pleasant company for the foreseeable future... Yay." She tugged at her chains as the minotaur secured them to the floor. "So, I guess I should be saying hey, ugly."

"Commencing with hostilities already?" Skywing tapped his assembled parchment, his expression unwavering. "Isn't it a bit early for insults?" Unfazed, he continued, "Believe it or not, Lady Lynalla, I simply wished to engage in conversation. All this resistance and strife seem rather unwarranted."

"First off, it's Lyndis. Only the clueless or my dear parents stick with Lynalla." Lyndis scoffed. "And second, aiming for a chat? Quite the odd choice, buddy. Most rogues prefer to dance around with flattery or some snappy lines, not dive headfirst into the kidnapping business."

He sighed, “We were taking you in for questioning, this isn't a kidnapping."

“Seems awfully like kidnapping from where I'm sitting."

“Doesn't make it true."

“Agree to disagree birdie. All I know is that I committed no wrongdoing and the lot of you suddenly are out to snatch me."

"Commit no wrongdoing?" He chuckled in his throat, aware of her extensive record of crimes and misdeeds within Lumara's realm. With a casual wave of his wing, he instructed the guards to leave them be. If he aimed to establish any kind of rapport with this woman, he knew he'd have to earn her trust.

“Are you sure commander?" The gryphon guard chirped, “She's as slippery as a displacer bear on Towerday. I recommend you having us around in case she tries something."

“I'm perfectly capable of handling a secured prisoner." Skywing sighed, as he caught Lyndis' hardened gaze, he splayed his ears and corrected himself, “Guest, after which she has answered our questions will be free to go."

“Yup, sounds like an interrogation." Lyndis leaned into her chair, “No matter what you want to dress it up as."

Fire brimmed to life in his eyes as the guards didn't budge despite his order. Skywing clacked his beak as he ruffled his feathers, "I'll manage, Lieutenant. Stay close if you're that concerned. I intend to have a civilized conversation with Lyndis here. Do you have any questions?"

Seeing no alternative and facing down his superior officer, the Lieutenant's resistance crumbled before the commander. The human gave a nod of compliance and funneled out with the others into the hallway, the minotaur exchanging with Lyndis one final, harsh snort that he would be watching.

Lyndis whistled, tugging at her chains ever lightly, “Would I be out of line to ask to have these removed? After all, you wanted to have a civilized conversation and I am your guest."

“Let's not get carried away with ourselves."

“I do try." She smiled. “Though look at you, must think you're quite tough to handle me."

“I have handled you." He chirped, trying to not look as pleased as he was.

“Not how I remembered it mate. I believe I was the one to do the handling" She looked at her nails with an innocent sigh, “Don't think I'm ever going to forget that squawk."

His ears splayed as a phantom ache traveled through his lower regions as if summoned by her words. “Could we refrain from such shots of vulgarity? I regret having to bring you in, but given your records within our kingdom, you shouldn't be surprised. You should be amazed this didn't happen sooner."

“Guess I got careless." She sighed.

He unfurled a document detailing every crime she'd committed within Lumara's borders. The script on the page was densely packed, covering at least a solid tome. "Theft of Lord Fireclaw's jewel, vandalizing Lady Silverwing's priceless feather cloak with sticky mimic residue, and let's not forget the sabotage of Minister Goldbeak's precious orchestra baton."

“Oh, I forgot about that one I did!" She burst out laughing as he described how the baton blasted out a cacophony of silly noises and farting sounds.

“In the symphony of misdeeds, your manipulation of Minister Goldbeak's orchestra baton stands out like a discordant note. The man was subjected to a farcical embarrassment, enduring years of ridicule. Yet, despite this cacophony of grievances, believe me when I say that I would prefer to release you and pursue my true objectives."

“Is that so?" A look of skepticism dribbled off her features, “Like I'd believe that after the sucking of my dick you've just done."

“You should, for I am the only one who'd be willing to give you a chance. Suntail didn't want to waste her time with this."

“Good gryphon, bad gryphon. Seen this before."

If only she knew what was waiting for her should he fail. Then perhaps the tune that she was singing would be different. “Lyndis we can attempt to do this with a bit of decorum, after you've answered our questions, I mean what I say, you can go free, how does that sound?"

“That it's too good to be true." Her gaze narrowed, “Since when do people from your kingdom show kindness to mine?"

“Last I checked, your people and I were no longer squabbling."

“And what of your boss, this Suntail? I don't think she'd let me go."

“I can be quite persuasive." He chirped, rolling a hand to his feathery chest, “I imagine in catching her larger fish, she'd let a minnow like you back into the wild."

“Hmm. You think yourself quite noble don't you."

“I aspire to."

Amber eyes fell across his feathers, up and down as she inspected him. “You remind me of a friend I know."

“Strange." He chirped, “People of your profession I'd never guess to meet anyone noble."

“What was that about decorum Skywing?" Her brow rose at his slip of tongue.

His ears pinned, keeping his breaths calm. She'd gotten under his feathers, but he'd reign himself in, he wouldn't lose Arcturus over him being unable to keep himself in check. “I mean to say Lady Lyndis- “he gestured to the gathered goods on the table, “That's why we had this prepared for you."

“A series of pouches?" She scoffed, “Hate to tell you this, but I have enough pockets thanks."

“It's not the pouches." He chortled, pushing them towards her, “We had breakfast prepared for you."

Her eyes widened, “So that's why you offered me a shite breakfast that I refused. Cause you wanted me here, hungry, eating out of your wings!" She scoffed and pushed back his offering, “No thanks mate, it's probably poisoned or laced with a truth potion I'm not stupid."

“Despite my revulsion to such a method, it wouldn't be wise to poison those we wanted to ask questions of. You'd tell us anything to get yourself cured, what good would that do us?"

“Fair enough."

“Besides." He gestured to Azzik's ring creation upon the floor, “We already have a ring of truth here. You probably felt it the moment you were…ahem…dragged into here."

“So that's what that was." She mused, “Awful lot of trouble to make sure I'm telling the truth in this simple talk."

“I'd have refrained from using it." He sighed, “But Suntail insisted upon it, certainly sets a certain level of aggression to proceedings."

“And kidnapping me of the street to start."

“Arresting. But let me ask you this dearest- “The gryphon's brow lifted, “Would you have come here to chat if I'd asked your compliance?"

She paused, before leaning back in her chair with a chortle, “Probably not."

Lyndis eyes the circle before her, “I'm a seven foot tall, purple platypus bear with blond hair and a rather funny tail."

He was left flabbergasted at her proud smirk, she'd somehow managed to utter that fabrication. He did his best to hide the coming surprised squawk.

“Impressed, aren't you?"

“Wondering if Azzik did it wrong." He clacked his beak, “How did you manage it?"

The woman wiggled her fingers in a condescending way, “Magic." She smirked.

An angry chirp passed his beak. “Are you through?"

“For now."

“And for this food, it was made by your friends. Azzik and Feku. They'd be disappointed if you turned it down."

“That right? Course they'd be, if they did in fact make it after all." She searched across the pouches, thumbing at the closest one, “Course, you could just be saying that to get me to eat it. What proof do I have you're telling the truth?"

“Besides the truth field?" He cocked an ear, “That makes it impossible for me to deceive you?"

“Talk can be anything. If there is even a truth field. Prove it."

“Madame, this is preposterous, I mean what I say- “

“Prove it." She repeated with strength, “You want me to trust you and have a little chin wag, then prove to me that there is in fact a truth field." She gestured to her onyx shirt, “Lie about what color shirt I have on."

With indignant determination, Skywing attempted to defy the magical restraint that gripped his tongue. "The color of your shirt is whi-" His voice faltered, a sudden weight settling on his words. He strained against an unseen force, a sharp pain igniting in his forehead. Undeterred, he panted and redoubled his efforts under the amused gaze of Lyndis.

"The color of your shirt is whi-" Again, an invisible wall stifled his words, preventing them from taking form. Quivering with the effort, he struggled to force his way through the magical barrier. "It is..." His voice emerged strained, accompanied by palpable discomfort. "It is-" The lie remained unspoken, held back by the magical ring of truth that bound his words.

“Alright, alright." She laughed, “you can stop making a fool of yourself."

Thank the gods. He reset his feathers as he breathed a sigh of relief, trying to hide the embarrassment that was now coursing through him. “Satisfied?"

“For now."

“I'm glad that I could convince you of my pure intentions."

Her eyes flashed with amusement, leaning in, she grabbed one of the pouches, unfastening the belt. One look at the contents and she was whistling in delight, “Hot damn, Feku, Azzik, you truly know how to treat a girl. Serafin Tuna, how'd they even manage to get their claws on that outside of Drenedar? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting."

She dug in with gusto, putting to rest the image that she was refined, prim and proper royal. Food was practically sailing into her mouth between breaths of air. The slurping and satisfied groans only had the gryphon commander chuckling in amusement, it sounded as though the kobold's offering was going to bear fruit.

“There is plenty, you don't have to rush."

“Acting like me mum now?" Lyndis laughed, nearly spraying crumbs upon the table before looking for a drink. When Skywing offered a tankard of coffee she gingerly accepted it, washing it down. “Oh Feku, you're after something."

“So, now that you've had an offering perhaps- “

“Look, sorry about the whole, making you look foolish thing in front of your friends, I get it." She beamed, “Back home, I had this guy, good bloke, rather dim witted, but sweet. Get this, he goes off to the entire tavern, boasting of this, boasting of that, when in comes this tiny thing." She walked her fingers across the table. “Dwarf orders some shots."

His brow rose as she described her friend getting up to challenge the dwarves to some fighting, after all, they were known to be good with their fists.

“The fella half his size, tosses him into a table, shatters the entire thing." Lyndis burst out laughing, “Never lived it down."

“Any fun stories of yourself?"

“And ruin the illustrious image that you painted of me?" She rolled a hand to her chest, “I don't think so."

“You had quite the look of me and my embarrassment."

She frowned, “alright, fine, but don't be telling anyone about this, especially a certain scaled friend of mine."

“Cross my hearts and wrap my beak shut." He mimed closing his beak and covering it with a wing.

So, she began to weave him a story involving helping someone on the farm. Sweating in the sun she dug through the dirt, assisting with planting of various flora. Everything was going fine until she mentioned using a spell to clean herself off. The rogue blushed, shaking her head, “Friend's horse spooks, goes leaping about the entire place, dragging plough the entire time. When it's done, whole things a mess, had to spend the next couple of hours fixing everything." She sighed, sloshing the drink in her tankard, “Fun though."

“You, at a farm?" He pulled back with amusement, searching the proud of herself rogue up and down, “Didn't take you for the type."

“Cause I'm a bloody princess?" She scoffed before giving a loud burp, “Looks can be deceiving."

“Evidently." His tail flicked as he tapped the documents, he could have pressed his question then and there, but proceeded to try and add one more tether to their growing bond. “Your story reminds me of my own."

“Oh?" Her brow rose with a teasing glint in those amber pools, “is the commander going to tell me an embarrassing story from his youth?"

“When I was learning how to fly." He splayed his ears, sipping from his own tankard, savoring the earthy flavor. “Mother and father gryphons typically take their gryphets to a little cliff so they can catch the wind in their feathers. The young ones rear up, spread their wings, and get a feel for the currents and drafts." He chuckled, remembering the look of utter horror in his mother's face as he proceeded to leap right off the cliff, totally assured of himself.

“Oh, they must have been panicking!"

“Should have heard them screech."

“You survived though." She rose a brow, “Unless I'm talking to a corpse the entire time."

“No, I spiraled down, pounding my wings, stalling my flight enough to cushion my fall." He rolled a hand to his feathery chest, “I righted myself, although it wasn't enough. I careened into a nearby pond." He fluffed up his feathers to simulate the way they'd been dried, much to his parents' relief filled laughter.

“That's actually quite funny."

“Thought you'd like it, considering you enjoy having gryphons make a fool of themselves."

“Don't think yourself special." She winked, “I enjoy plenty of others making fools of themselves."

“So how long have you been away adventuring? Since you last stepped foot in your home?"

“It doesn't say anything in those files?"

“Surprisingly, no." He thumbed through the parchment, “Just your record of misdeeds."

She swallowed down her latest mouthful, “Never sat back and thought about it till recently. Everything was so simple a few months back. Wander about, find some mates, earn some coin, never having to worry about responsibility- “

“Seems rather selfish if you ask me." He tapped the paperwork, “Turning your back on your kingdom."

“You weren't there." She furrowed her brow, “They were trying to marry me off to some Siigonis bloke, you know, the humanoid lizards."

“Your parents didn't better prepare you for it?" He cocked his head, “Don't the royals like yourself have your husband and your lover?"

“Yea, well I didn't give a toss about that." She growled, “Lying about what you had, didn't sit right with me."

He pulled back his head with a surprised chirp, “So in this one instance, wearing the cloak of deception didn't suit you? You surprise me."

“Yea, that's what I was hoping for." She burped, “How about you, any family you couldn't care less about?"

“Not really." He said regretfully, “Grew up south of Whitedell, small place called Chalcis, parents were respected gryphons, was natural I entered the military. Rose up through the ranks, saved a few knights and damsels, now I am where you see me."

“Sounds rather plain."

“Perhaps." He winced, “Though I'm doing it a disservice, we saw many things to chill us to the bone, don't exactly like to talk about it."

“Sound about right." She stared off, no doubt having seen similar things in her adventuring work, “And that has lead you to me because? “

“I'm looking for a friend." He sighed, leaning in. “To help him not make a mistake and further ruin his life. One that I've neglected for far too long and needs my help. Lyndis, I'm not looking for you, I'm after Arcturus Lund. That man with whom you were joined."

She chewed for the next few moments, tossing the statement over in her head, “What you want with him?" She pushed back her plate, “Last friend of his tried to capture us, then again sent those metal beasts on us, killed a whole bunch of innocent people in the forest of despair."

“Garroth." Skywing hissed, “I can't believe he would stoop to that low. Rest assured I've washed my wings of that wretch."

Smiling to that, Lyndis leaned back, “Good, you've at least got a brain between those ears, maybe a heart."

“I like to think so."

“Doesn't mean I like you or nothing."

“Course not."

“Just that you're not like the usual slime I meet across your kingdom in power." She averted her gaze, staring off with a sigh, “Happening more the time it seems."

“Arcturus?" Skywing asked softly, “I have never known a kinder person in my days."

“He's alright." She smirked, “Could loosen up a bit, but we're working on it."

His eyes widened; she'd seen him! “So, you know where he is?"

Lyndis held up a palm, “Hold your happy chirps there, I don't know where he is at the moment."

“And why would that be, wasn't he in your group- “

“You think we'd be stupid enough to sneak a dragon into the city?" Lyndis scoffed, crossing her arms, “How many sheets you think we have mate."

“So where is he now?"

“I said I don't know." She sighed, “Though If I imagine, he's with the dragon."

“Wait- “Skywing had taken out some parchment, currently holding a pen and jotting down what she was telling him. “Arcturus chose to stay with the dragon that kidnapped him?"

“He didn't exactly kidnap him." Lyndis wiggled a hand, “More like borrowing."

“Borrowing for what?"

“What do I know goes on in that scaled head of his?" She laughed, “Dragons nothing short of the most narcissistic, arrogant jerk I've ever met."

He gave a dejected chirp; it wasn't exactly the best news he was going to hear. “Last we heard that dragon- “

“Crimson Sky."

“Yes, Crimson Sky was off to destroy various secret bases across the kingdom. Bases doing research into weapons and magic."

“And Arcturus is probably with him at this very moment. But I don't know where that is." Lyndis rolled her eyes, “I'm not their babysitter."

“Babysitter?" He paused.

“Oh, couple of numbskulls that pair. Picture this: Arcturus and the dragon, thought they'd try their luck at fishing. Arcturus, I don't fucking know, somehow casts his line and managed to snag a tree instead of a fish. But wait, it gets better. Crimson Sky, in his attempt to help, decided to lend his draconic expertise, bastard sets the whole bloody tree ablaze. They stand there, amidst flames and fishing line, a pair of bumbling fools. They deserve each other." She stretched with a groan, grin still upon her lips, “They also have this will they wont they thing going on, it started out cute but now it's rather annoying."

“Hold on- “He stopped in his writing, giving the woman a narrowed gaze. “You're having a laugh with me."

“I mean, I'm laughing, but I'm not messing with you." She gestured to the paperwork, “They really are sweet on each other."

“You're telling me, that Arcturus, Arcturus LUND, descendent of the most famous dragon slaying family in our history…Who had his family destroyed by a dragon…Has romantic feelings for one."

“Guess your friend understands one dragon doesn't mean them tossing all does it? If you ask me sounds like a fairy tale, am I right? Two enemies now lovers, it just makes ya all tingly all over." When he only stared, she averted her gaze with a scoff, “You mean to tell me you don't believe a lick of what I say?"

“I don't."

“Even with your truth telling circle in place?"

He eyed the runes, “You've fooled it before. You could be seeing things that are not there."

She wiggled her fingers with a laugh, “Yes but that was magic. I swear the whole romantic thing isn't. Which good for me that the dragon had someone to be distracted with, still hasn't figured out I lifted a coin from his home."

“You stole a coin from the dragon, when and why? Are you mad?"

Lyndis seemed almost amused by his concern for her wellbeing, "Well, you see, it's all about the thrill, isn't it? Dragons have these massive hoards, glittering with treasures, and I couldn't resist snatching a little something to keep the excitement alive. A coin, just a small token to remind me of the day I outsmarted a dragon. Who else can say that?"

“Unless he kills you." He sighed.

A mischievous smirk came to her lips, “Well, let's keep that between us, shall we? No need to give the old dragon more reasons to breathe fire. A little mystery spices things up, don't you think? Keeps the big fella guessing, and who knows, maybe he'll appreciate the challenge when he finds out. Keeps life interesting, can't wait to see how I talk my way out of that one."

“Did he say what he was going to do after he attacked these bases of ours?"

“Not exactly, though one could only guess. Real bright idea with you lot, stealing from a dragon." She said, “Who knows maybe he'll see you lot in person."

He chuckled, “Kind of ironic, considering you stole from him as well."

She scoffed, “But not a bloody book, and especially nothing he exceptionally cared for. Compared to you, mines hardly worth noticing."

If that was right, then getting Arcturus back would take some time. They'd have to track down the precise whereabouts of this dragon, send out search parties of gryphons and ships. It would take some time, but it could be done. He just hoped the dragon would not take it out on Arcturus, or other citizens of the kingdom. “And I have another question here, Rothdell, have you been in contact with any of their mages? We believe there might be spies among us."

“Course not." Growled Lyndis, “You know those stuck-up jerks hate my kingdom as much as yours. If you're not born with exceptional magical talent, you're practically scum of the earth to them."

“And you are not trying to murder our king?"

Her eyes widened, “Is that what this has been all about?"

“Well, Suntail is after that, I am after Arcturus."

She leaned forward, eyes steeled, “Listen here mate, I'm not here for your prick king. I'm an adventurer, not an assassin."

That was a relief, and she'd spoken as such within the truth field. If this was all she knew, it would certainly spare her from Suntail's further probing. “Why did Arcturus free this dragon?" He paused writing his latest page, “What makes a noble man like him, turn his back on his king and country if he wasn't charmed or kidnapped?"

“Ever ask why the dragon was captured?" She countered, “That Crimson Sky was pulled from his home and thrown in chains, his treasure taken from him?"

Skywing looked to his notes, “He was terrorizing the citizens is what the report said."

“Terrorizing a town? Please. I know Crimson Sky. He's many things—arrogant, smug, a bit clumsy, and definitely full of himself—but causing terror in innocent towns isn't his style. If anything, he'd probably accidentally knock over a few market stalls while trying to show off." She leaned back, her voice lowering, “If there's trouble, it's not coming from Crimson Sky. Don't be quick to judge, especially when you don't know the first thing about dragons."

“That's all?" He perked up his ears, this flew in the face of the reports he'd seen. Though after the incident in the mountains, where it was said the dragon saved Arcturus' life, it could be true. “No trick, charm or story to sway him?"

“Does Arcturus have a bad judge on who he calls friend? Do you trust him?"

“Garroth, but even I didn't know the depths of darkness that dwelled within that man's soul." His beak closed as he mulled over his trust. How many times had he'd trusted Arcturus with his life on the fields of Rothdell, where the strands of life seemed to be pulling at the seams, all hope nearly faded? Still, his reply came hard, crawling up his throat, “I can't have Arcturus killing innocents because the word of an angry dragon- “

“Do you think Arcturus would be swayed to do that by something so simple?"

** * * * * * * * *

“She doesn't know much else." Skywing said flatly, having Suntail look over his report. They were back at her office, the smell of burning incense swirling around him as he tried to batter it away with a wave of a wing. “We went over it further, but she didn't know anything about the Rothdellian mages. We shared a few more anecdotes from our youth, she had a few fun tastes but nothing else."

“I was observing it from the beginning, your report mentions she was in the forest of despair…how curious."

“Indeed."

“That she met the Emerald Lady and spoke with her."

“She also called her a massive prick, are you worried about something?"

Suntail perused the pages with a critical eye, remaining in silence for quite some time. When she raised her eyes from the parchment, they were just as hard as adamantine of the Foggy mountains. Her ears twitched as she paperwork down, “Of course I'm worried. It's what I do." Suntail fixed her sharp gaze on Skywing, her voice carrying a note of amusement. "Commander, Lyndis has a knack for weaving illusions as intricate as the finest tapestry. She pulled feathers over your eyes, and you found yourself dancing to her tune, unaware of the deception she wove."

Had she? He cocked his head; everything had gone swimmingly by his standards. “And what am I missing? We seemed to get what you wanted; she didn't know anything more. She was an adventurer that the dragon had tag along."

“That might be what she wished you to perceive." Her eye carried a heavy weight, “Skywing, let me tell you about Veridian Shade, a gnome illusionist from my early days. She spun promises as intricate as the illusions she weaved, luring me and others into her web with the allure of a brighter future. I believed, and so did many. All of it however were smoke in mirrors, she left us abandoned, without assistance after she'd gotten what she'd wanted." She paused, her ears twitching, “I paid the price for my naiveté in blood. She deceived you with the truth."

His brow furrowed, “I thought getting her to tell us the truth was the point."

"Indeed, Skywing. The cunning Lyndis exploited the ring's constraints to her benefit. Have you not observed the subtle nuances in her responses to your pointed inquiries? A master of evasion, she skillfully navigated the boundaries of vagueness, leaving your direct questions perpetually unanswered."

“I think you're being a tad too paranoid."

“Am I?" Suntail rose from her seat with a fluff of her wings, “When you asked where the dragon was, she stated she had no idea where they were at the present moment."

“And? She said she didn't know."

“Of that precise moment. She didn't say, I don't know, she added that little addition, that vague nature that allowed the deception."

He blinked, was that what had been happening? No, that seemed a stretch, didn't it?

"Every instance of a direct inquiry, especially concerning their destination or your companion Arcturus, was met with artful evasion. I suspect she possesses detailed knowledge of Arcturus's whereabouts, perhaps even more so. Imagine, Commander Skywing, the Crimson Sky concealed within our very midst, refraining from seeking out our strongholds."

“And you're betting that on a hunch?"

She clicked her tongue as she approached his side, "Skywing, I've borne the weight of lives on my shoulders. We can't afford to leave any stones unturned. This woman thrives on a life of thievery, deception, and constant evasion, always managing to stay two steps ahead of those in pursuit. Part of her statement holds truth; Arcturus is indeed alive, and the dragon wasn't employing magic on him."

“But if that's true, why would the dragon come here?" His ears pinned, “Don't tell me you think the dragon is out for revenge!"

“Who knows with that beast, or what masterful plan is going between his horns. I won't know for sure until our Cthulhid pays the princess a visit."

“Give me another chance." He protested, “This time I'll get the answers out of her."

“We don't have time for that, you had the opportunity." Suntail levied him with a cold glance, “I promise you, by this time tomorrow, I'll know precisely what she knows and where your friend is being kept."

The worst part as she said the words was that his revulsion had been blunted. The turmoil from before was a passing thing. It made him pause, wondering, how far would he go to see his friend again, to keep him safe?