[h1][u][b]Shadar- Capitol of Barcea[/b][/u][/h1]

Shadar said nothing as he approached the shining star of the Serio family, feeling no grand sense of awe or amazement. He was never one to be impressed by such things, and besides, he already had more pressing concerns to consider. While following the young prince had seemed like the best choice at the time, he now found himself stuck inside this blasted city, full of sheep in the guise of humanity that would keep their eyes on him like a savage wolf that had snuck in amongst the herd. He could already since the wave of confusion emanating from the crowd, as well as an undercurrent of fear. Most of it was directed at Sir Mauls, who was scuttling on his lower legs as he rose his upper body to stare out over the crowd, Calypso rested safely and semi-comfortable between the gaps in his exo-skeleton, which made a sort of natural saddle of sorts. It had taken Drosil years of training and trust to get Sir Mauls to allow the young mage to ride upon him, but this girl had with such ease that it made him wonder if she was using some sort of magic.

Turning his thoughts away from the two, he looked over at the animal charmer's charge, a young girl who was looking about with a mix of awe and unease, obviously shocked by the massacred remains she had born witness to. They woman with the limp was practically swimming in unease, self-doubt, and other such emotions, though he didn't even need his abilities to discern such, as it was present in the way she acted, like a mouse walking into a trap. The prince was understandingly troubled as well, no doubt thinking of how he was going to break the news that the whole country was going to devolve into another major war. 

[i]Maybe I was too quick to envy him, as he now has to be the one to bear the bad news. Hmph, and yet, I still take some joy from this predicament, if only because I don't have to make the choice. I wonder, however, what I'll have to do and how long I should stay amongst these people.[/i]