With folded wings did he sink. Roosting atop a makeshift perch of the wall. The outskirts of the main branch. Upon the western edge. The sound of the horn beckoned him down, they had noticed him. Ebons. Always Ebons. Stalwart and on patrol. He had half a mind to throw the unconscious woman in his arm at them and continue flying. Although that would not be best for Business. To which he needed to secure Vegarra to be open to the idea of trading with the Blood Vines to whom she owed her life to. Not that Gregory wanted the Blood Vines to go on slaughtering people with his steel, but there was really no choice in the matter. A deal is a deal, and must be honored.

A boy had approached them both. Well an Ebon, probably older than what Gregory assumed he was. Certainly a bit older than Kenneth, who by now would have probably either panicked or gotten himself in trouble. And indeed Kenneth did get into some trouble at the Bar in Green Fall unbeknownst to Gregory, although certainly foreseen. To which what sort of trouble the apprentice had found himself in would have to be dealt with later. 

[i][b][Color=4863A0]"Vegarra. Possible Injuries. Healer."[/color][/b][/i] Gregory made some growls as he stepped towards the younger man, who was now accompanied by perhaps his superior as they appeared. And he thrust the body in his arms towards the boy, waiting to drop it in his awaiting arms as he turned towards the other man. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Screamer Ambush."[/color][/b][/i] No doubt he had to explain himself, [i][b][Color=4863A0]"My injuries will heal."[/color][/b][/i] He made mention of his own blood-stained makeshift bandages torn from Vegarra's outfit. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Got her out alive."[/color][/b][/i]