A Gold and Purple Spotted Egg (Semi-Open, Sign up for Entry)

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Lucius had remained still and quiet in the wake of the raid on the Etrurian mine but he had gotten the itch to take action again. His kingdom to be was little more than a camp of mercenaries in the Nabata desert and Durandon had not contacted him in ages. His smuggling ring was in full form from Illia to Bern but he lacked contacts in Etruria, and with war starting they would need all the steel he could get them. As he mused over the prospects he was approached by a client. They desired one of the wyvern eggs, a rare coloration whose scales would sell high on the market. Opposition was to be expected of course but it should not be too great an issue. The egg was supposedly plucked from a wyvern’s nest but the arrows in the cart that arrived told a different tale. Lucius suspected he was transiting cargo stolen from the riders themselves.

The convoy moved along at a good pace. Each cart was loaded with merchandise and blades of iron. The egg was hidden in a secret compartment among the spices. Lucius trekked up and down the line stopping to exchange short conversations with the mercenaries. Most were newly hired for the job but some were loyal to him since the mine raid. “We should be coming on the border soon. Expect to be hassled but don’t give them any trouble. We are shipping weaponry OUT after all, I do have the ‘proper papers.’” The papers should work for any officials that he comes by but they were anything but truly legit.

[Aria]

Sigh. Another day another job.. Aria thought to herself. She and her reddish wyvern Chewy were working as sentries for the border guard. Their job was to keep an eye out for bandits and the occasional wild wyvern. The ride through the skies was a pleasant experience. The day was nice, the sun was tucked behind a cloud, and there were fresh breezes that occasionally blew through. The free-lance wyvern rider landed near the gates to check in with her supervisor.

"Nothing to report sir. Everything seems to be normal." She gave him a salute, before she was given permission to rest. The pair of them were flying for the better half of the morning simply circling around the border gates. Before Aria had a chance to unstrap herself from her saddle and her mount Chewy kept her gaze focused on one of the carts. Something about it had caught her attention. It caught Aria's attention too as the cart started to make it's approach she could smell something in the air.

"Oh! I smell spices! Someone's got a spice caravan. Hmm.. wonder if it's unethical to ask if they would be willing to part with some chili spices." She realized her supervisor was still within ear shot.

"Well.. Er I mean i'm willing to buy a small bag of it!" She gave a small smile then directed her voice down to her wyvern.

"I know how much you like it when I pepper some of it into your meats Chewy." Her voice was sweet like a mother's cooing to her child. She gave the wyvern an affectionate pat on the head. But Chewy didn't seem to respond to the petting. She still kept her gaze focused on the wagons. She was following them with her eyes. Aria tilted her head lightly. It wasn't like Chewy to ignore something that pertained to food. It also wasn't like her to be so focused on caravans. She had seen plenty of them in her life time. Wonder what's got your attention this time Chewy?

[Euphemious]

Euphemious was angry, and that was putting it lightly. A message had come his way from the fortress and the information was not good. Apparently somebody had gained the balls to steal from the rebellion and a Wyvern egg no less. The Wyvern Riders where the pride of Bern. Not only where they the center of Bern's great air force, but they where also the symbol of the power and majesty of Bern. The stealing of a Wvyern was a crime punishable by death and the stealing of a egg was not far off. Then there is the add insult of the egg being stolen from the Rebellion itself. If they allowed this thief to go unpunished they would loss face in the presence of the Bernesse people. Needless to say this was a serious matter and for that very reason Euphemious volunteered to take up the job.

Information given to the General told him that it would be heading toward a certain boarder crossing. The area however was not under Rebellion control. That meant that they could not close it down and simply blockade the thieves. As important as getting the egg back was they could not spare the manpower and soldiers to follow the caravan out of Bern. That meant that Euphemious and the soldiers would have to stop it before it crossed over the boarder. There was no room for error in this. They had to stop them here.

"Do you see the target", asked the General to his spotter.

"Yeah I do, they are coming down the road now", spoke the man.

"Don't you think we are too close to the boarder watch", spoke another man toward Euphemious. "If we ambush them here they would surly think we are bandits or something."

"Let me worry about that", spoke Euphemious as he touched the symbol he held in his pocket. It was a symbol used by Ilian investigators who watched over trade. It took great effort and a bit of murder, but the General was able to get a hold of it in the past and now it was going to pay off. "Alright lets go", spoke Euphemious as he pushed his way through the bushes and walked in front of the caravan. "Hold", he shouted as he held out the badge. The badge brought authority and the Generals' armor and size confirmed it. As soon as they came to a stop Euphemious placed the badge back into his pocket. "We need to do a inspection", he spoke as his soldiers walked over to the left and right flank of the caravan.

[Ace Wilzor]

Bern, definitely a new experience for Ace. He had never been out of Lycia until now. Ace had heard from a friend of his friend's friend that had another fri- well lets just say that Ace heard something about a convoy needing mercenaries in Bern. It was suppose to pay well, really well in fact. At least that's what Ace hoped even though the job didn't sound to hard.

"We could make a lot of mula from this job Troy. I could get quite a few luxuries for myself while you could have apples for days!" His horse, Troy, neighed in excitement. The horse started to pick up the pace. "Hey now! We got a couple of days to get to Bern Troy. Don't need to speed there or anything." The horse snorted and slowed down a bit. Ace just relaxed and tried to have a nice little ride to Bern...

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Well after a few stormy days and quite a few detours, not to mention getting lost several times, Ace and Troy finally arrived at the location where this caravan was suppose to be at. The horse finally just stopped and tried to shake Ace off of his back. Ace almost fell off, but he managed to slide off the horse's back himself. Both Troy and Ace were very tired after the long, hard trek to Bern.

"Phew! We're finally here. I better get this good pay I heard about." Ace looked at his horse and saw that he was just about ready to fall asleep. I am just as tired as you Troy. Let's go relax at an inn tonight until the caravan is ready to leave tomorrow." The pair slowly walked around the town looking for an inn. They both lit up once they saw the big sign that read "Inn." Ace led Troy to the side of the inn for a moment, so that Ace could check the place out. Just as he was about to open the door, some men slammed it open hitting Ace to the side with the door. Ace feel down with an "Oof." The cavalier started to regain his composure as he begun to eavesdrop on the men

"I heard that convoy is on the move already. We better hurry and catch up before it gets to Etruria, so we can get that nice pay." The men nodded in agreement and began to flounder off.

Ace moaned and complained to himself for a few second before he got up. Of course the convoy is on the move already. Just my luck! Ace tried to rush over to his horse and get prepared for some more traveling, but the horse was resistant. "Come on now Troy. Focus up! We need to get to that convoy. We need to hurry up and catch up." The horse just seemed to not listen to him. Ace sighed."Remember what is in this for you? Apples. A-P-P-L-E-S." The horse neighed and seemed to regain himself. Apples was somehow a known word to Troy. Crazy horse. What would I do without him? Ace hopped onto the saddle and pulled the reins. Troy began to gallop towards the direction of the convoy. After about maybe 20 minutes of fast riding, they came up to the convoy. Just as they caught up to the back of the convoy, a man, seemingly the one in charge, begun talking to the group.

“We should be coming on the border soon. Expect to be hassled but don’t give them any trouble. We are shipping weaponry OUT after all, I do have the ‘proper papers.’”

Ace's suspicion alarms were going off in his head. He said proper papers in a strange way. What if I'm helping a cult or something?! ...No that's just crazy talk. However, what if this job isn't as simple as I thought?

[Ravvus Wiseau]

Ravvus' orange hood was pulled over his head. The blond man wished he had a spare form of attire, something less recognizable. It wasn't that the mage was afraid of being identified. He'd be quite surprised if he ran into somebody he knew all the way out in Bern. No, rather it was that the mage wanted to appear as inconspicuous as possible. Something which proved to be rather difficult when one had both shining blonde hair and a loud orange cloak.

It had happened a few nights ago, after a tavern fight which left the blond mage black, blue, and laying on his back. Apparently one of the patrons in the bar had observed his fight and found him to be of the violent and disposable sort. The man who'd approached him looked to be in his mid-thirties and had a pair of shifty eyes. He came to Ravvus with the offer of an escort mission, but the mage could tell that there was more to it. The moment he saw the caravan, stacked with blades, spices, and other trading goods, the mage knew something was off. There was too much eye candy, too many things worth stealing. It all had the appearance of a grand trick, an attempt at misdirection. The weapons, the spices, the armor, all of it was a distraction from what the caravan was really transporting.

As to what this hidden treasure was, Ravvus did not know. He had his suspicions, however. Bern was not the Western Isles, Etruria, or Ilia. The country was not known for its' mining of precious jewels, creating powerful elemental texts, or training of elite mercenaries. so those were out. Ravvus tried to picture that, a team of highly trained sell-swords hiding in the caravan of blades. An amusing thought. No, the talents of the Bernese were rooted in other things, such as the crafting of fine weapons and armor, and the nurturing of fierce-some wyverns. The blond mage surmised that the caravan was either transporting a masterfully crafted regalia of warfare or a nest of wyvern eggs. His money was on the former. Wyvern eggs, though difficult to obtain, were hardly worth the net price of the other goods in the caravan. That is to say, the merchants would have been going through a lot of trouble just to get a few eggs. In Ravvus' experience with the Pathfinders, nobles tended to dispatch, or bribe, explorer's guilds, or hired security, to recover the seeds. It was more discrete, more cost efficient, took less time, and was generally a smoother experience than smuggling. Of course, if the mage was wrong, than that meant that these smugglers were green, and making easy mistakes.

Whatever the case, the mage was keen on finding out what was inside the crate. All he needed to do was wait for the right moment to start snooping. The blond man's mouth stretched open in a soundless yawn. A man looking to be in his early fifties walked past him, giving Ravvus and the other mercenaries a brief set of orders. He didn't look like the type of man one wanted to cross. He had scars, worn like badges, all over his face, and even a few on his neck. He carried a fierce-some looking axe and moved with the confidence of a man befitting his years. Ravvus shifted his vision to a blond man, riding atop a horse. This man was the opposite of the axe-bearer. The horse-rider looked a bit shifty, concerned even, perhaps nervous that the contents of the crate would be discovered. Funny, he didn't look that different from Ravvus. However, the mage imagined that he was just another Etrurian. He ceased starring at the horse-rider, fixed a dull gaze on the road ahead, and went back to daydreaming about whatever could be inside the crate.

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The border was there, you could practically see it. Wyvern riders flew overhead, their massive wing beats sounding their presence. Lucius was prepared and calm, he was a one eyed man, capable of playing the part of a cripple. If need arises he has his scape goat. The spices should help deter the scent of the egg though not completely mask it and hiding it should protect it from a full search, the guard would have to start pulling the cart apart to find it and that would result in very unhappy civilians, though… this was a military robbery so it was a likely course.

A large general signaled them to stop and his men set about surrounding the carts. Lucius lowered the shaft of his great axe to the ground to use it as support for his leg. He pulled the papers from his pack and began to approach the general. With one look back to everyone, receiving looks of understanding from some and worry from others he slowly closed the distance. Roughly 20 feet away still Lucius spoke up, “Good morning General!” He sniffed deeply and sighed as if it were hard to breath. Close enough now he held up the papers in his right hand for them to be inspected. Looking around he counted the numbers to himself, not too many, but still enough.

Now to be curious and a little disgruntled, “You’ll find we have everything in order. Not every day they send the likes of you to the border sir. May I ask what is happening? Anything I could do to be of service, I was a soldier once myself after all. Well, before I took so many pretty little disfigurements anyway.” Normally gruff and crude about his language he stepped up his act masking all of his real personality.

For all his efforts to appear harmless enough Lucius could not mask the sharpness in his eyes. He was wary and it showed, could he be the one the egg was turned over to or could it just be the presence of force pushing a cripple into an uncomfortable position? The convoy was full of wonderful goods to the point some may find it suspicious, but it would warrant the show of force present and it was the usual things he traded out. He was an arms dealer normally, the two carts of spices were the only abnormality for him.

[Aria]

Aria watched as the guard seemed to come up Chewy started to rush forward. Aria struggled to try and keep Chewy in line. She didn't like the sudden rush of guards that approached the caravans. Chewy flew and landed behind the spice caravan and growled softly at it. Aria pulled the reigns again to try and steady the reddish Wyvern.

"Woah. Easy girl." Chewy shook her neck, arched her back, and flapped her wings. This caused Aria to kick her wyvern lightly with the tips of her boots. Chewy slowly put her body back down to the ground.

"Come on Chewy. Relax. Look there's a Bernese General there.. and some of his men. It's just an inspection.. they aren't bandits." Though I wished they checked in with the border guard before hand instead of just coming in out of the bushes like that. She thought to herself then ran her hand over the Wyvern's scaly head. Despite the effort to keep her Wyven under control the beast kept a low growl out towards the direction of the spice caravan.

"You can't have those spices Chew. They belong to the merchants." She leaned down and spoke to her wyvern softly. Shh.. shhh.. it's okay. Aria figured she was having a bit of a sensory overload from the scent of the spices. She glanced at the people around the cart. The guy who was leading the cart seemed to have all of the paper work in order. To Aria it seemed as if this was a routine stop. But Chewy kept growling at the spice caravan. She could sense that there was something there that should not be there. Her nose could pick up the subtle scent of wyvern eggs that was masked by the spices.

[Euphemious]

Oh crap, thought Euphemious to himself as he saw the Wyvern. They where to close to the boarder guard. Euphemious and his men where the rebellion. Those guys, well they where probably Eturian lap dogs. He was going to have to play this nicely. If he screwed up they could have a big fight on there hands. Euphemious was sure this was the cart, thought he had no proof, and letting it slip out of Bern would be a big problem. "Give me a minute to look though these papers", spoke Euphemious as he took them out the man's hands. The General could see the glint in his eye, but at the moment that was not a problem. The problem was the Wyvern rider. If she had not been here Euphemious would have simply ordered a inspection and tour the caravan apart looking for the egg. However she was here and the boarder guard was not far away. It would be suspicious for him to suddenly do that. Instead he had to play the part and find a reason to search.

"Actually there is a report going around about stole property", spoke Euphemious toward the suppose old man as he looked through the paper work. "A wyvern egg to be exact", spoke the General as he handed the papers back to the man. "You would not happen to know anything about that would you?" As Euphemious asked he smelled the deep sent of spices. Yep, this is the caravan he thought to himself. "Your paper work speaks of weapons, but you carry a very large amount of spices. Why is that", asked the General. Euphemious rubbed his chin as if he was considering things. In truth he had already made his decision before he even jumped out of the bush. "Search the caravan", spoke Euphemious as he looked at his men. "A weapons dealer having enough spices in it to cause such a strong smell. I don't like it. Of course if we find nothing illegal we will let you all go on your way", spoke the General as he looked at the axe holding old man.

[Ace Wilzor]

Ace just simply watched in his spot towards the back of the caravan as soldiers inspected the caravan. This is normal right? They just have to do an inspection at the border. However, it seems like they are really focused into this inspection. It almost seems like they are intent on finding something specific. The cavalier was starting to get even more worried that something bad was going to happen. He whistled to his horse, Troy, so that they could move up a little and see what was happening. The horse heard the noise and instinctively trotted a little forwards. Ace happened to see a wyvern almost attacking one of the caravans in the convoy. He tried to see who was controlling it and realized that it happened to be a girl. Oh no, not a girl.

He started to become nervous. Girls were just one thing that Ace could not understand and always seemed to do the dorkiest actions around them. He didn't realize that Troy continued to keep trotting forward and stopped right besides the wyvern. Really Troy!? Ace noticed that the girl saw him and Ace just went blank, "Uh ... um ..." He didn't know what to do and just gave the girl a dorky wave. What was that!? How embarrassing! Ace gave a nervous laugh and pulled the reigns on Troy to the left to try and get the horse to get out of there. The horse turned completely around and started trotting again at a fast pace. Suddenly, Ace saw a guy in an orange cloak with some blonde hair showing from under the hood right in front of Troy. The cavalier pulled the reigns to the right just in time, so that the horse didn't ram into the guy. Ace stopped Troy just to the right of the gentleman and looked down at him, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you right?"

[Ravvus Wiseau]

A soldier ran past the blond mage, then another, and another. There were even squads of wyvern riders encircling the caravan now. Ravvus overheard his employer speaking with a man wearing a heavy set of black armor. He could only imagine the black man was in charge of the border guard. Although the more Ravvus looked at him, the more he questioned this snap judgment. The mage eyed the General's uniform and that of his soldiers. Then he looked at the wyvern riders. There were slight variations between the clothing worn by the two factions. The General and his men had appeared from the shrubbery, as if they'd been lying in wait for someone. Why hadn't they approached with the wyvern patrol? True the two units had arrived at roughly the same time, but in different manners. The wyvern unit had made their presence known, flying about the border. The foot-soldiers had appeared from the shadows.

The more Ravvus thought about it the more he didn't like it. And then he heard the black general mention something about a stolen wyvern egg. Ah, so the caravan was smuggling eggs after all. Or... had Ravvus heard the general correctly? 'A' wyvern egg had been stolen? As in, just one? Ravvus looked at the carts, then the soldiers, and then the wyvern riders, and finally his company of sell-swords. This was a lot of muscle to be throwing at just one wyvern egg. The blond mage wondered if there was more going on then he realized.

Regardless, the young man saw opportunity present itself. One of the wyverns was acting excited, snapping and thrashing in front of the spice cart. If there had been any reason for the young man to doubt that the caravan had stolen a wyvern egg, then no longer. The wyvern's tantrum was the last piece of evidence the man needed. The creature must have recognized the scent of its' unhatched kin. The blond mage looked upon the scene, examining it like an unfinished puzzle. There were enough pieces in place for him to steal the precious cargo, all he needed to do was put them together. The roguish mage picked up the first piece. He brought a hand to his face, placed his thumb beneath his pointer finger, and began to flick his bottom lip. The act would appear as a nervous tick. The man had every reason to be nervous, he was surrounded by soldiers, soldiers with questionable intent. The mage allowed his eyes to dart about, falling from soldier to soldier, furthering crafting his mask of anxiety. Then he saw the next piece of his puzzle. The wyvern, and her rider, who'd come so close to the cart of spices. Ravvus counted his blessings in his meeting with Minerva weeks ago. The woman had taught him the basics of casting without consulting. The mage could now cast small embers without looking at his book. And the gesture he'd chosen for it mimicked the flipping of a coin. In fact, it was the very gesture same gesture he'd been using as the nervous tick. The mage brought his hand from his mouth, and rested in against his shoulder, while continuing to flick his thumb against his finger. In one fell swoop, he would fire an ember too fast for the unobservant eye to see, call upon the wyvern's fury, and incite a chaotic conflict. He turned his body, so that his hand was aimed at the wyvern, allowed his eyes to briefly look in the direction of the creature and...

Was met by a pair of brown, beady eyes. The blond mage's eyes widened in surprise as its' rider brought the beast around. The mount had almost run into him. The mage's machinations quickly fell apart as the other blond man began speaking to him. ”No... no. I'm alright” Ravvus stammered whilst trying to regain his mettle. ”By Hartmut, I was so nervous, I didn't even see you there." He'd play the part of the rookie and continue his charade of anxiety. He hastily glanced at the soldiers surrounding the caravan. ”I knew we were going to meet with the border guard, but I never anticipated things being this unnerving.” His mouth was curled into a half-frown, his eyes expressed concern, and his fingers continued to fidget in a seemingly worried manner. ”Has this ever happened to you, before? What are we supposed to do, how are we expected to act?” Ravvus could tell that the man he was speaking to was green as grass. His nervous appearance from earlier had been evidence of that. Perhaps the act of feigned mutual concern would establish a rapport, and detract from potential suspicion. 

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Damn, it was the only word to come to mind for Lucius. “Sir, there is no contraband I assure you. We have the papers for the spices as well, Jeremiah!” He called out to another mercenary and motioned him over. “Give him your papers you dolt! You wanted to join our band with your spice now get your act together!” Last time he lets Jeremiah play an important role.

“Sorry.” Jeremiah brought out other papers for the general. Lucius had a malicious glare for the man. The soldiers were rummaging through the carts and not very nicely either. His nerves were being strained and he wanted nothing more than to hurt one of them. “Try not to damage my things! I have to sell them after all. CARTS INCLUDED thank you!!!” His fingers thumbed about his axe’s shaft as he debated the time to take a swing, or if it would even be a necessity.

“I apologize for the inconveniences you may have experienced from my companion here, he is new to the trading business.” Jeremiah looked like a child being scolded. He had no trader’s sense to him either. A look around revealed most of the mercenaries were ready for a fight, their hands were on the hilts of their blades just in case. Lucius was the only one not acting suspicious in fact. Perhaps he was an excellent ring leader or perhaps he was being used by these men for their own gain. Why would a cripple risk trading in illegal goods after all? Then the guards began to inspect the spices. Would they find the compartment on the under belly of the cart or would they do a standard check?

[Liam]

And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride, so in her I do confide and she keeps me satisfied. Gives me all I need, and with dust in throat i crave. Only knowledge will I save, to the game you stay a slave. Roaver, Wanderer, Nomad, Vagabond, call me what you will. Oh but I'll take my time anywhere, free to speak my mind anywhere, and I redefine anywhere. Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home. That has been the lifestyle Liam had lived since the Scouring, in the most recent years his ability to travel freely has been restricted, he's been wanting to go back to Etruria as of late, but with all of the border patrols everywhere it had became a pain. Simply transforming into his dragon form and flying above was not an option, it had became too risky with how many dragon sighting rumors that have been popping up as of late. Then one day he had over heard a caravan talking about traveling to Etruria, that was his ticket to cross the border.

While the group was traveling Liam kept to himself, one thing that did bother him was the spice cart. There were a large number of what seemed to be random spices that had a strong fragrance. He thought it could be possible they were smuggling something, but what he didn't care about. The only thing thing that concerned him was them being caught and his free ticket to Etruria going down the drain.

As they approached the boarder they were stopped by a group of people, a wyvern and it's rider landed next to the spice cart before they were surrounded. Liam chose to walk towards the cart and stop next to the wyvern and place his hand on it's neck. "There's no need to worry young one."

[Aria]

Chewy the wyvern continued to keep her focus on the spice cart. Even when a stranger came up to her and patted her neck trying to calm her down. Normally this sort of reaction from a stranger would freak out the wyvern, but Chewy seemed to know better. The wyvern sensed something off of the man, something powerful. The guard began their inspection of the cart, this gave Aria a bit of breathing room. Since, Chewy had managed to still herself due to the man's actions.

"Thank you kindly stranger. I.. honestly do not know what's got her so worked up." Aria started to go through a mental checklist of the things she did. Chewy was fed, bathed, groomed, and she had flown a fair distance for her usual exercise. So she assumed it wasn't something that Aria hadn't done. But then she recalled the general's words about a missing wyvern egg and contraband. Chewy's unnatural reaction to the spice cart made her think that they were smuggling something. Oh.. no way. Would they be bold enough to do that?

"Chew?" She glanced down to her wyvern. Chewy didn't respond. Instead she kept her growl low and kept looking at the spice cart. She hoped that the men inspecting the cart would find the egg. If not she was going to charge forward and destroy the cart in an attempt to save the egg. The brick colored wyvern flapped her wings a few times to release some of it's pent up energy. Aria however tightened her straps and checked her armor. Her hand slowly rested up onto the hilt of her lance just in case this turned ugly.

[Euphemious]

Euphemious looked at the man giving him new papers. No matter what he said Euphemious was not going to stop the search. However he needed a reason to not stop the search. The boarder guard was here after all. He needed to keep up his image. "Let me see", spoke Euphemious as he looked at the papers. Everything seemed in order however Euphemious already had a excuse. "I understand", spoke the General as he handed him back the papers. "However these where not given to me when I first arrived. Not only that, but I find it strange for weapons and spices to still be in the same shipment even if the two of you joined up. To put this in simple terms, I will not take back a order once it has been given", spoke the General as he looked at the man with a stern glare. "I think you all are hiding something and I will check to see if that is true. If you are not hiding anything then you will be allowed to go on your way. However we will search the carts for anything that should not be here. If you do have something that you should not you better tell me now. If we find it your sentence will be worse", spoke Euphemious.

It was then that Euphemious noticed the boarder guard women and her wyvern. The beast seemed to be acting strange, which was a good sign for him. Especially since it was reacting to the spice cart. "Remove all the spices from the cart", spoke Euphemious as he moved away from the fake old man and toward the rider. "Excuse me does your mount always act that way", spoke Euphemious. The General did not want to involve the boarder guard, but he was willing to use anything to get his job done. He wondered if he could use the nose of the Wyvern to find what he was looking for. It was already flagging the caravan for something might as well use it officially. NOt to mention that the boarder guard would think they where a part of the search and lower the chance of them asking questions afterward.

"Currently we are suspecting that there is a Wyvern Egg being smuggled out of the country. I want to know if your wyvern normally acts this way toward caravans or is something new. If this is a new reaction we may be able to use her to help out search for the stolen object."

[Ace Wilzor]

”Has this ever happened to you, before? What are we supposed to do, how are we expected to act?”

I have no idea... Ace didn't know how to respond to the orange cloaked man. Quite frankly, Ace didn't seem to know what was going on at all."Um, well I guess we just sit idly by and wait for what's to happen. I've never taken job where this has happened. The border guards must be specifically searching for something in these carts.Maybe something had happened in Bern that is raising caution at the border. I have no idea really." Ace hoped that would reassure the man. He seemed to be just as anxious as Ace was.

"So what is your name? My name is Ace Wilzor, son of Troy and Alana-Ritz Wilzor of Ostia." Ace gave a slight bow on top of his horse. Ace figured that this man in the orange coat cloak wouldn't know who his parents were, but that's fine. His parents had a rank of nobility even if it was only slight nobility. They definitely weren't among the rank of the strongest nobles in Ostia. However, Ace liked to give his parents name to show respect to his family name and to show that he cares about his family. Especially since they are gone now.

Ace looked back and noticed a man touching the wyvern that was intent on looking through one of the carts. The wyvern seemed to calm down, but it still wanted that cart. Then, a large man with armor that could be worn by a general showed near the girl and her wyvern. Ace couldn't hear the large man, except for a few statements that scared Ace.

"Remove all the spices from the cart", spoke the general. Something must be in that cart. There is no other explanation for all the attention it's getting. Ace strained to hear what else the general said.

"Currently we are suspecting that there is a Wyvern Egg being smuggled out of the country. I want to know if your wyvern normally acts this way toward caravans or is something new. If this is a new reaction we may be able to use her to help out search for the stolen object."

Ace wanted to turn Troy around gallop back to Lycia. A wyvern egg! I don't know much about Bern, but stealing something like a wyvern egg is a serious offense. All these mercenaries could go to jail and I certainly don't want to go to prison, especially not in Bern. That cart better not have that egg. Ace gulped to himself and turned back to the orange cloaked man, "Did you hear that? I think the general suspects that this convoy is concealing a wyvern egg. Oh I'm hoping not!