Saibrah found himself a slight distance from the rest of the group during Eien's directions, having been one of the last to enter through the portal. Remaining unobtrusive and reclusive during their meeting in Toran, he doubted if anyone save for Eien, Itsuki, and Samuel knew he was participating. He was not entirely without direction, however. Recently, Saibrah had pulled from Toran's library an old tome describing a mystical pair of knives from a not oft-repeated fairy tale of the Master Thief, and having poured over the book he found all cryptic clues to point towards Orin - or rather a place around Orin - which conveniently, had been where this group of amateur trainers were traveling.
Noticing the release of Natrelmon, Saibrah gingerly tapped an amulet hanging from his neck twice, releasing two puffs of mist which materialized into his Mythari and Nybion, two similar and powerful dragons, one his partner since childhood and the other a gift from Itsuki. Mythari swirled in the air around his head, pulsating crimson and cyan draconic energy and filling the air with quickly dissipating runes of an ancient and forgotten language. It eventually settled to Saibrah's right, hovering in the air while beating its four wings in a syncopated rhythm. Nybion had settled to Saibrah's left, preferring to stand and stretch its transparent wings momentarily before shimmering a brilliant white and whipping its long, spiked tail back and forth to limber itself.
Wordlessly, Saibrah approached Itsuki from behind and set his hand on Itsuki's shoulder, both his dragons following a short distance behind. "It's been a while, Itsuki." he said with a smile, greeting one of his closest friends with warm regard.