Unexpected Arrival in Steffson

[Kaworu - Horatio]

"Well I do concede on your logic about the source and the man behind it as well as keeping out of sight which would likely be best for all of us, but I wasn't kidding about the snipers because as Brenden pointed out the outcasts live at the cliffs but the only way they stay alive is shot anyone they don't know or trust on sight" explained Horatio and as he took in another deep breath he continued.

"Now if we're lucky some of the same people that have been guarding the outcasts for years is still there which means if you send me up first there is a chance that we could gain entry without problems, but I suggest that you don't follow me in less you want an arrow in the head and anyway I said I was expendable but not only that I'm protected by the winds and my wind cloak so I should be fine if I'm not known by the guard" added Horatio.

[Icarius]

Listening to their arguments closely, I found that my own opinion had somewhat shifted in Horatio's favor. To compound it, I also noticed something between Ryan and Horatio's exchange that neither of them had: the true difference between us and people of the current time period. The first thing that popped into my head, more as a rebuttal in Ryan's favor, was that Horatio clearly had no idea how powerful these Warriors of Time were. True, something about the temporal displacement had weakened their abilities somewhat, but the main bulk of their powers made them far more dangerous than even the Council knew. I considered myself the weakest of the entire group, and I had managed to single-handedly break out of a prison cell the Guild had deemed inescapable. Sure, we had some help from some unknown outside source, but that was only proof-positive that even without powers, we could still get the job done.

Of course, knowing myself and how stubborn I could be, I forced myself to look at things from Horatio's perspective, and I realized how pig-headed we might come across. The Warriors of Time were almost legendary, but legends have a tendency to get blown out of proportion, then scoffed about. To compound this, even though it was the same planet, it was a whole new world that we walked upon. The continents were mostly the same, but Dragonians had been extinct for hundreds of years. God only knows what became of the Human race.

Horatio knew this world more intimately than any of us could predict, and though it didn't look like a military city, the average citizen could have means of protecting themself that needed no steel or well-planned city streets. If a "sniper" really wanted to, I'm sure there was a multitudes of methods more deadly than a bullet at his disposal.

"Ryan, wait," I said, moving and catching his good arm with my hand. I stopped him and frowned slightly, looking at the ground as I tried to arrange my words to best convince him.

"Horatio is probably right. This time uses Magic like your time used titanic strength and ability, everyone seems to be able to use it. There are probably less conventional means of creating a military city than simply well-planned streets."

I let go of Ryan's arm then glanced quickly at Dramanius, since I could already tell that he would find a way to make it look like I was siding with him, instead of what made the most sense.

"We could be right about the cliffs, but we could also be wrong. It would be better for us to make absolutely sure we're going the right way, rather than get there and risk wasting precious time only to be proven wrong."

I turned to look at Horatio, then nodded, sure of myself once more.

"The Tavern is filled with locals who know the beating heart of their city. If they know someone who makes ripples in the community, they would know where to find him."

[Ryan - Loki]

"Well I do concede on your logic about the source and the man behind it as well as keeping out of sight which would likely be best for all of us, but I wasn't kidding about the snipers because as Brendan pointed out the outcasts live at the cliffs but the only way they stay alive is shot anyone they don't know or trust on sight."

Ryan was beginning to be annoyed by all the interruptions. He had been given a mission and he wanted to achieve it as soon as possible. This “test” that the council had seemingly dropped in his lap was nothing but a waste of time. There were questions that he needed answers for, places that he needed to visit, but he couldn’t until the Warriors of Time were on good standing with the Magic Order; the last thing he needed was the entire Magic Order hunting him across the face of a planet he was no longer familiar with.

"Now if we're lucky some of the same people that have been guarding the outcasts for years is still there which means if you send me up first there is a chance that we could gain entry without problems, but I suggest that you don't follow me in less you want an arrow in the head and anyway I said I was expendable but not only that I'm protected by the winds and my wind cloak so I should be fine if I'm not known by the guard."

Ryan was keen to respond while they continued to move, but he felt someone grab his arm, causing him to stop. He turned to see Brandon.

"Ryan, wait. Horatio is probably right. This time uses Magic like your time used titanic strength and ability; everyone seems to be able to use it. There are probably less conventional means of creating a military city than simply well-planned streets. We could be right about the cliffs, but we could also be wrong. It would be better for us to make absolutely sure we're going the right way, rather than get there and risk wasting precious time only to be proven wrong. The Tavern is filled with locals who know the beating heart of their city. If they know someone who makes ripples in the community, they would know where to find him."

Ryan slowly looked back and forth between Horatio and Brandon, before glancing at Dramanius. He used this quick moment of silence to assess the situation further. Ryan believed that the cliffs were their best bet for finding the man they were looking for, but Ryan also knew the tavern played as a home away from home for many individuals who would have a loose tongue after intoxicating themselves. Ryan glanced towards the cliffs and looked into the darkness of the night. “Ok.” he finally replied, turning to look back at the rest of the group. “This is not a dictatorship, so I will concede; the tavern is a logical destination for us.” he looked towards Horatio and gave him a nod. “Young Master Horatio, please lead the way.”

[Kaworu - Horatio]

Horatio face palms himself a little and then mumbles under his breath "Do they only hear half of what I say or just what they wanna hear" after which he walked off in to the direction of the tavern he knew of but as he was walking he undid the cloth on his shorts and wrapped it around his face. So that no one could see who he was because it'd be bad on their part if he was recognized so now that he was suitably disguised Horatio came out into the open streets, and started showing the way to the tavern and it took about ten minutes for them to get there.

But once they did it was fairly obvious that it was the tavern because all kinds of noise could be heard form inside along with the occasional brawl and at least one person being thrown through a window, but it wasn't completely crowded as their were still tables in the place so they'd likely be able to get some form of table without too much trouble hopefully.