Belatona's Outskirts

[Glaeran]

The air lay heavy on Zander as he galloped into the outskirts of Belatona. The memory of his encounter with Murtagh still fresh in his mind. Glaeran flew overhead, trying to keep watch for any movement. Still no citizens showed themselves. The locals must have seen you Glaeran. They won't show themselves. Glaeran growled in Zander's head and said You know, young one, that I don't enjoy going through encampments. Too many people gawk. Besides, we hold no allegience to anyone. Don't forget that. Zander smiled slightly as he saw a gleam of metal. These people owe me for saving their warrior. Stronghammer was able to keep his man alive. That should ally us with them. Now land, so we may be welcomed' Zander raised his palm and shouted Eka ai fricai un Shur'tugal. Brisingr! In that one word of magic, Zander was able to make a green light flash once, twice, three times. He ended the spell as it drained him of energy. He leaned forward. Glaeran growled low in his throat as he landed. Stronghammer! Roran Stronghammer, I have come forth. I am the one who freed your soldier near Teirm. Shadeslayer! I need your training. You and Arya's. Zander dismounts slowly and carefully draws his sword, just to be safe.