[center][h1]Vivrynn[/h1][/center]
Vivrynn was already at the overlook when he received the message. He sat by one of the ledges 'overlooking' the bespoke city of Greyvale. He sighed. They're late... he leaned back a bit while he kicked at the lack of terra firma under him. Timing was everything in the jungle. It could make the difference between eating or being eaten.