Dragoncrest Cliffs jus drein jus daun

The day dawns not unlike the ones before it, but the commander's summons bring about a quick shift in the mood--one that spearheads towards a focus on what's to come, and how it will pan out from here.

He gathers with the others, the small handful first before the others join them. He has had plenty of time to anticipate this, and therefore, prepare as well as he can knowing what he does. It comes as little surprise that she is ready to move this forward, especially before winter's chill can bite any harder. There will be no resistance from him, for although he is less than impressed to leave home, he knows where his need is and finally a sooner, rather than later sort of attitude has made itself comfortable with him.

There are still many unknowns at play, from how much use Redhawk will bring to what all the Blackfeathers hide, to finally what their travels south may hold--just to begin. But since it is the nearest to him, and by far the most tangible, he has long since chosen to have faith in Drageda's strength as they are called upon to gather too.