-Arkson-

[Archon Torches]

He looked over the two for a second or two before stating a response. "Well, I can probably say Drakonian, that you were the innovator of intelligence, and you were once a Kal-Dra. As for saving innocents, I'm going to be honest... My employer could care less. He has his reasons for everything. Well, let's quit wasting time. On our ways." He turned the Maltir around and started going down the path.

(If we want to skip ahead over to Manseer we could)  

[Durban59-]

((Meh, sure thing))

Anhktem nodded to the man, obviously taking part in the whole business transaction. But he still kept to himself mostly as he mounted his own Maltir, waiting for the others to finish their preperation. It was a good time for him to pull out his pipe and get a few puffs in before they left for their destination as well. "Well, at the very least, we are quite the trio to see." He told himself, examining both the human and the drakonian  

[Mugentsuki]

(sounds good to me)

Zyx looks at the other two, noticing the Maltir that each of them had brought. Unfortunately for him, he did not have one of his own. Fortunately for him, some of the now dead drunks did. He walked over and examined each one, selecting the one that appeared to be the best, checking the necessary qualities he had learned shortly after his exile when he worked for a couple months as a stable hand. As it turns out, one of the drunks acctually had a very fine mount, and so he took that one. Dead men don't ride Maltir, so I guess there is no point in leaving this one to waste. Zyx half muttered to himself, but just loud enough to justify his theft. Of course, in the end, nobody would really care.