A gift, for an old friend.

=The small flat bottomed landing boats moved swift and silent through the swamps outside of Draco, approaching the city as close as the swamp allowed in the dead of night, oars muffled, all men silent.

The men had disembarked upriver in an Auroran troop transport, and had moved swiftly upriver and through the swamps in a carefully rehearsed maneuver. They knew their mission, at this point, was simply to link of with Master Wulfgang.

An entire contingent of Auroran marines landed silently outside the walls, moving with due stealth to spread out safely in a line facing the walls, outside of the lights on the walls. Two men detached from the shadows, slipping up to the rear of the castle wall. Finding the chosen gate, one man made a sound that an Aegean would dismiss as the hoot of an owl, albeit a bit more low, and harsh. To the men that were letting them in, though, it would sound like what it mimicked: an auroran snow owl.=

:: A hill side opened slowly as a grizzled old man poked his headout of the hidden entrance to the city. An old bolt hole designed by the originla creators of the fortified town as an escape rout during seie was now the means of entrance for the men who would take control. As the marines usher past the old man stops their commander.::

" Guess it got ugly for the boys then eh? Good thing we stocked up on booze."

=The man remains silent a moment as his marines usher past into the city. "Aye, the proverbial shit has been flung, so to speak. The blockade is being set as we speak, with orders to destroy all runners, and the city if it doesn't surrender." he regards Wulgang with a wry smile at the mention of booze. "So glad to hear you thoguht ahead to the needs of the soldiers. It's good to have an old campaigner at the head, to know what's what."=

:: The old man shakes his head.::

Someone has to look out for them, it seems that they may be forced to suffer a fool's brash decision. I don't like this one bit son, not one bit. But if the King calls, we answer, least till he gets us all killed over that damned sword..shoulda dropped it in a volcano when we found the fucking thing.

:: The old man shrugs as the last of the marines shuffles past::

Alright boy, that's the last of 'em. You keep yer damned head down and stay sharp. Those metal tubs yer sailing on make me nervous as all hell, no matter how powerful they claim she is.