Kyrian gave a command to the eagle.
It responded immediately, tilting in the air and cutting the distance to the great vulture.
The five atop the vulture noticed the approach. The youths frowned, but it was the old man who kept his eyes fixed on Kyrian.
The eagle slowed and hovered just a few meters away.
Kyrian then raised his voice directly.
"Why are so many heading in the same direction? What is happening?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, ready to ignore the youth. But then, his gaze fixed on Kyrian's eyes and on the clothes he wore.
The arrogance faltered, replaced by cautious respect.
"Oh… if I'm not mistaken, you are from the Verdant Sword Domain." The old man's voice sounded slow, yet firm.
"Everyone is heading to the Ravine City."
Kyrian simply listened, not replying, waiting for the man to finish.
