A bright green emerged from between over a hold. Her rider leaned over to the side to peer down at it. It had taken them quite some time to find the silly place named Hadston. You're sure this is it? All you can do is ask. If not we'll keep looking. We'll go far and wide to find it. Ugh, he replied to her attempted joke.
He had a package he'd been paid to deliver to this location. Finding the small hold so far hadn't been all that easy. Choissir hoped his recipient wouldn't be hard to find too. That would be just his luck. I think it's just a mining hold Cereth. He commented as he felt her looking around. She sighed, oh alright. Mining places didn't have much to interest her did they?
Cereth settled down to land and folded her wings to her sides. Choissir unbuckled his straps and slid down, looking around for someone who he could ask where the recipient was.