Pop!
The courier scruffy Dragoon appeared with a soft sound of displaced air in the middle of the Celestine outside of the Tower just as a gust of wind pulled a combination of green and purple leaves past in a crackle of dried foliage.
This was not what he'd been expecting, and hopefully he could be forgiven for having a not insignificant moment of panic as he scrambled to find something resembling cover. He got more than a few odd looks as he reeled down the street, only pausing once he'd put some distance between himself and the Tower to breathe and set his disguise aright. The rest of the trip to Celestine looked less like a drunk and derelict soldier and more like one suffering from some form of PTSD as he skulked and jumped at shadows before finally slipping into the dubious shelter of the magical gardens.
He pulled the scarf around his head down farther and looked around warily, definitely not at all suspicious-looking. There didn't seem to be anyone else around at the moment, at least not near the shrine, but high overhead a flock of ravens - or creatures that looked like them from a distance - perched in the Celestine's trees above. The rustle of wings and faint croaks mixed with the Leafchange winds rattling the branches of trees that were increasingly bare as the season shifted closer and closer to Deepfrost.
Tal was very glad of his Frostbite Cuff that kept the chill from his skin, though he had no magic to keep the chill from his heart as he gazed around the once-welcoming gardens with dismay evident on his smudged face.
"Noah?" he whispered, his voice shakier than he would have liked.
