The lulling hum of the airship all around him was comforting, but Renard couldn't sleep.
He was told to stay in bed, but he couldn't do that either, so he just sat at the table provided in his private dorm, watching the lone candle burn up it's wick. At least the furniture here was properly made, as the chair had an opening for him to slip his tail through.
There was a knock at his door.
"Come in."
Helix, his fellow Battle Mage, poked his head in, those long strands of silver fur sticking out of the top of hid head reflecting the candle light.
"... You okay, Renard?"
"... Yeah, just tired..."
"Too tired to sleep?" The taller silver fox shut the door quietly behind him, chuckling slightly. Renard didn't make any effort to smile. "You sure about that? I mean, the mental energies you're throwing out are enough to keep me up next door," Helix said as he slipped into the chair opposite Renard.
Renard's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, sorry..."
"No prob. You need to talk about something...?"
Renard just shrugged, folding his arms and looking away.
"No."
Helix leaned back and waited a moment before talking again. "One of those wraith things delivered a message to Lord Virmir just a little while ago... I think we might have another mission."
Renard looked up as his friend finally. "Any idea what?"
"No, Virmir didn't say."
Another silence. Helix's eyes turned to the sheet of parchment face down on the table.
"Hey, what's this?"
Renard's pointed ears shot up. "Uh, nothing..."
Helix grabbed the paper before Renard could and turned it over. He pursed his lips as he studied the image there. It was a charcoal sketch of some odd buildings, definitely not of Velken design. Renard lowered his eyes again. Helix finally recognized the architecture. It was Asgarnia. But not Asgarnia as it was now. The city in the picture was not run down, its buildings not crumbling, and no litter in the streets. It was a nice piece of work, though a little rough around the edges and only halfway done.
"You're really getting good at this, Renard."
"... Thanks."
Another silence. Helix replaced the parchment back on the table, though face up this time. Renard shifted his weight, running his right claw over the freshly changed bandages upon his left arm.
"Hey, Helix..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever get the feeling..."
Helix leaned closer, his ears angling towards his comrade. Renard paused, lowering his eyes again.
"... that... maybe... maybe we're not doing the right thing...?
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Henri moved closer to the ship, holding his light as high as possible so that he could see better.
"This insignia..."
It was a four winged dragon painted on the side...
"The Dark Empire?" Ven ventured.
"No, look, this is a solid red. This is the insignia Draven used for his Crimson Empire."
"Hmm, don't you think they would have changed it back?"
Henri looked around.
"We are near where the once mighty fortress of Bandervil stood. As far as I know, it was completely destroyed, though I imagine it could very well have had underground bunkers. Perhaps this is a dock they simply had forgotten about?"
"Or one the Crimson Empire built, so the Dark Empire doesn't know about..." Ven smiled, pleased at his reasoning.
"Indeed."