The outside of the inn was quiet. It was mid day slowly fading into dusk and the towns people were minding their own business. Most of the towns people were in the stores or heading home after their day's work in the town. There were distant voices from within the inn that could be heard from outside, some more angry than others. But it was peaceful enough outside to enjoy the warmth of the sun as the light touches of snow patched certain areas.

Just three blocks south of the inn, on the corner of the town's junction of the main roads, an upper class carriage had parked in front of one of the town's stores. The carriage held no markings to whom it may have belonged to, nor any loyalty to any king or ministry. Four black horses were latched to the carriage, all their reins and ropes decorated with a goldish color along with their black leather strappings. As was the theme of the carriage.

Three individuals were seen near it. One was the driver, who was preparing the horses for departure. Another appeared to be a soldier; wearing blues and golds. Some could recognize them as a soldier of Faholgal. The third individual there, a feline, stood with a straight back. His apparell was high design with gold trim neatly designed and embroidered over a fine black linen. His fur was midnight black with markings and hair of silverish white. He was younger, but his stature and intimidation from the others made it obvious he was someone of importance. The feline and the soldier were both facing north of the junction toward the inn.

"...The carriages were exchanged in the small town of Kiev. I was assigned to drive the carriage here. The cat and the freak were quiet the entire time. They had been freed by the rebellion and then escorted by the soldiers of Faholgal. I'm not entirely sure why, but General Valcian was convinced he had to rescue both of them. Even with the freak being who he is." The male soldier said; his gaze turning back to the white haired feline beside him.

"And did you watch them after their 'reunion' with the others?" The cat asked; his gaze always remaining down the road.

"Yes. They were all awkwardly quiet. But as time went on, I soon heard them arguing and fighting. I did not over hear what it was about, but there was shouting and the occassional 'roar'. I'm assuming the roar came from the freak." The soldier replied.

"Then that means they're already fighting each other.." The cat stopped himself and narrowed his gaze as someone came out of the inn.

Voltrick ran out of the inn, nearly breaking the door on his way out. He stopped in the middle of the road and stumbed a bit before pacing around the carriage that brought him there. The others could tell he was distressed, even saddened by something. But he was too far away to hear anything that he said, even if he was shouting. Eventually, the tiger distanced himself further from the inn and disappeared between the two buildings across the road.

"Hmm..." The silverish white haired cat continued. "They're no threat to us for now." An eyebrow arched over oddly colored eyes; the iris's being blue which faded into red around the outside edge of the iris. "They're more of threat to themselves..." he turned to the soldier. "They're barely a problem for the ministry, let alone us. ...speaking of the ministry.." The cat turned toward the carriage slightly and raised his voice a bit. "Mr. Creed..."

A deep, rumbled voice erupted from behind the carriage. "Yes, Zael?" A large, black furred minotaur casually walked around the carriage; armored in metal and leather strappings.

"We're leaving." The cat proclaimed as he turned toward the carriage. "We have a banquet to prepare."

The soldier quickly followed Zael toward the carriage and opened the passenger door for him. After Zael had comfortably sat down, the soldier closed the door behind him. But before the soldier would leave, he turned and spoke again. "And what would you have me do while I'm here?"

Zael arched another eyebrow before turning toward the open window and soldier. "Stay with them and watch them for now... especially the three priorities." Zael responded before sitting back in his seat. "Report back to me in a month. If there are any major changes before then, report to Mr. Calarie in Kiev immediately and he'll report to me. And under no circumstances are you to say who you are and whom you serve."

"And if I'm found as not a soldier of Faholgal?" The soldier continued to question.

This annoyed Zael, but he answered nonetheless. "Just tell them you're apart of the ministry to spy on them." Zael turned forward again, but glanced back to the soldier briefly with a narrowed eye. "But you wont be caught, will you?"

"No, sir." The soldier replied before lowering his head to a bow; backing away from the carriage to show he was finished.

"Good." Zael sat back comfortably again. At this time, Mr. Creed had joined Zael in the carriage on the opposite side of the carriage.

"Drive." Zael directed towards the driver, who had seated himself after finishing with the horses. With a snap of the rings, the horses pulled the carriage forward and led them toward the edge of town.

The soldier watched the carriage for a short time. After seeing them leave without trouble, he turned and began walking toward the inn.