"If being air is in the runes, not in the flesh, then yes," the Blackorc answers warily, adding: "but when I give medicine, I want patient to do exactly as I say - nothing more, nothing less. That is safest." "And for safety we must part ways now," she says, adjusting her pack. "May the gods and the spirits guide you. Keep safe, and we will meet again." She starts leading Brownhoof resignedly toward the road to Greenwater Cove. The sersach peeks out from inside her pack and makes a friendly smacking noise before disappearing again.

Goldir waves grimly as Arteschka turns and leaves, and then moves to help Nelja onto Levante's back.

"So which way we go?" Nelja said giving a nice long stroke to Levante's head. "How long till we reach the place, Goldir?" she seems ready to resume the journey. "You know, before we met you I had another friend. He was all made of metal, I swear... he had to stay and be fixed. Everybody leaves me eventually, like my master.." said with a sad look on her face grabed the waterskin and drank some water.

"I think we should continue down the path, westward. As far as I can tell, this is the way to Dirai, but the Cloudfang's trouble me somewhat. It should be more or less two weeks from here, but we should be able to keep a good pace, with my speed and your pony" Goldir states. "I won't be leaving you, that's a promise. I'm planning to stick with you for as long as you need me." Goldir says. "In any case, we need to keep moving. Lets go!" Goldir cries happily, beginning a steady but brisk pace.

Nelja follows with a nice smile on her face. She did hear what she wanted to hear so now she is as happy as a little cloud... "Let's go!" she shouts and gives a gentle hit to Levante's ribs... nothing happens so she tries again and again until finally she succeeds. Since she is in a chatty mood "So, what's Cloudfang?"

"They are a mountain range that Dirai is near to. We will either have to go around them or over them, but I doubt either of you would survive the trip." Said Goldir, musing out loud as he trots down the road, easily matching the pony's pace. "They have the name because they are so tall they pierce the clouds, like the fang of a wolf"