A dozen ships had left the Aranuvian bay a week ago. On them were the most brilliant soldiers that had ever graced their homeland from warriors who've slain keepers on the hell's sea to those who've survived the illusion by the Djinn queen and helped their kingdom gain on their enemies.
Even amongst the exceptional crowd, however, there were many misfits–all gathered in a ship of their own, Choux was among them. Daema, her drake was beside her as well, cooing at the many under-chin scratches from the curious passengers.
"A dragon cub, eh? Keep them away from red bread over there," joked a redhead sorceress clad in scanty red bikini armor. Following her gaze, Choux saw the man she was talking about–a bearded dwarf with a silver hammer. Tipped with a blue flame on the sharper back side of his weapon, the weapon was more intimidating than the dwarf himself.
