Dragoncrest Cliffs Final destination.

As Furi’s call rises into the air Eske does not hesitate to immediately alter her course and make her way to where her young Second is waiting. She is not alone, the Wanlida notes. Artaax is with her and before them a stranger. A criticizing eye sweeps over him as she glimpses to the children expectantly and then rests her gaze upon the stranger. She has a fairly good idea of why he is here, and only spares a hidden glimpse of surprise to see that Dio is not already here. She figures he is preoccupied elsewhere and Eske has no qualms about being the judge and jury and deciding whether she thinks he will be a good fit for Drageda or not. This is not the first time that she’s done this, after all. “I am Eske Kom Drakru; the Wanlida,” There is always a note of steeled pride her tone when she says her title. She has worked hard to have it even if it makes her sad that it is where her ambitions will stay. Unless she usurps Dio there is no higher on the hierarchy for her to climb — but she is quick to tuck those thoughts away! — “Who are you, splita and what is your purpose here?” She inquires. It’s likely that Furi and Artaax have already went over this with the stranger but either he was going to have to speak it again or one of the children would have to fill her in on what they'd been able to learn so far.

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