[b]"If no one has any last words...let's get in the air. Caerel doesn't have time to waste."[/b]

"I would quickly like to apologise that I did not attend the meeting, Sergeant Keltor," Caitra stated, looking to Anara as she spoke. "I must have missed the message; it is a rare occurrence. Thankfully, Archivist Ohmali informed me of where I should be to find you, so if I have your permission to join up at the last minute, there is no harm done."

Looking to the rest of the group that had assembled, she realised she didn't actually know any of them. "Ah. I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Caitra Sayl, of Shearpoint, and this is Neva." Neva looked up as the dragonrider spoke, a thin mist escaping her nostrils. Caitra felt the temperature shift slightly; she knew her dragon friend preferred colder climates. Hopefully flying just above the water's surface - probably about ten feet - would be enough to keep her cool.