(Should I throw Mary their way? I would enjoy throwing the poor girl into a dangerous situation. Plus, I think it is plausible she would follow a random owl there)The courtyard was buzzing with life as he ducked under the arching entrance and strode ahead. Humans and others alike were lining up in an orderly fashion for training and several guards were sitting around a blazing fire, cooking some small creature, maybe a squirrel or a small rabbit, and warming up. Shem looked around and locked eyes with a familiar centaur, one under his command. The younger centaur jerked his head in the direction of a portion of the soldiers barracks, out of sight of any prying eyes. Shem followed him inside and once they were completely alone, the silence was broken. The red, Appaloosa Centaur spoke first. “Shem,” he said with pause.
“It’s a no go. The Indians received our message but they won’t help us. The chief sent our message to the mythics. I haven’t heard anything back so far.” He finished, looking down for a second and sighing.
Shem rubbed his temple in annoyance before putting a hand on the centaurs shoulder, “Don’t worry, Tuun. I’m sure the mythics will get our message sooner or later and send a rescue mission our way. If not, well I have plans that might get us out, but not quietly. Whichever way it goes down, we’re getting out of here.”