(Hello all! Sorry I haven`t been on in while. I am currently in the Grand Canyon! Anyways, welcome back orps! nice to see you again.)
Arion crept along which wasn`t easy in the Dark Forest. He had heard talking nearby. "Mabye they might have something for the taking." he thought grimly. It wasn`t his choice. Malak would have his head if he didn`t come back with something. He was bound by the Iuramentum to stay loyal to the Malus, and to not harm, or do anything against him. If he did, he would be killed by night mist, a kind of poison. he gritted his beak and made a small shield, then showed himself to the voices. "Et nihil habebis donare aliquem pretiosis!" (Hand over anything of value and no harm will come to you)