Rosri, seemingly alone in the alley, hears a voice with a heavy Gypsie accent answer "I'm on it boss..."

"I have no more money to spend. The rest of us did some shopping before we came and saw your performance." 

"Oh, well I appreciate you coming to see me."

Saerirra smiles warmly.

"While we await word from Gaston, what does everyone wish to do? We seem to have a little time for ourselves, unless one of you knows something I don't."

Zyman will make sure he has two healing kits that he can take with him, and he pays back the fifty gold for the ring of mind shielding, which is currently in his pocket since he wants to commune with Plague.

Other than that, Ozymandias is ready.

Elixisys sits down and throws Chernobog into the air to fly around and ahead of them once the group begins to travel. While they wait he pulls out a battered leather book that seems to be full of elvish writing and reads it while waving his hand in various ways. 

He is ready. 

Saerirra sits at the table and begins meditating, letting her mind wander and zone out, giving herself time to process everything and possibly let ideas and theories come to. Remaining in the tavern in case she is immediately needed. The 5 monks undoubtedly standing guard. Those within earshot or actively listening to her might hear the occasional "Hmm..." from her.

Gorlahk has prepped the Eagles, who seem extra motivated by Edeleth's promise of cows.

A random Gypsie popps out of a crate next to Rosri, and silently hands him a note before disappearing back into it. The crate moves back into a stack of similar ones. The note reads:

"Good to hear about your promotion in the Thieve's Guild. I found Wrathmaw Keep. But it was brutal. This is way bigger than we all thought. I'm with Hunar's Men by the Grey Valley, meet us there as soon as possible. And bring everyone, there is an entire Army down there big enough to take over all the Three Peaks." Signed: Gaston

Realizing that it would be much smarter to leave the actual physical task of paying the eagles to the Air Force itself, Edeleth quickly arranges for the cows to be delivered to the castle, and for whoever normally feeds the eadles to handle sharing out the cows after the drop-off. (In any case, Edeleth has no intention of personally meeting the cows: they were doomed to be eaten one way or the other, he tells himself.) It seems that the actual air force eagles believe that they are also getting the cow payment, and since Edeleth would prefer not to disappoint or anger a creature that has recruited extra birdss for him, and who would be carrying him over a very long drop, he simply paid for the 28 cows.

(1/4 cow per soldier carried-- 112 soldiers=28 cows times 5 gold, discounted=140 gold all together. Edeleth writes it off as ambassadorial travel expenses.)

He mounts one of the waiting eagles with no further delay. "Well, shall we be off, then?"

Zyman, determined, straddles one of the eagles, ready to head off to battle, both with his own demons, and the enemies beyond.

"I just got some news from Gaston!" Rosri exclaim to the party. "We are to meet him at the Grey Valley as soon as possible, he is with Hunar's men and they have located Wrathmaw Keep. But apparantly their army is way bigger than anyone could have foreseen." He tell them with a bit of dread in his voice. While he speak he climb up behind Edeleth. "There is no chance I'm flying alone on these creatures."

"Good to have you aboard," says Edeleth to Rosri, glad that his friend will be near enough to talk to without shouting. He's sure the eagle won't mind getting a double ration of cow for a little extra weight. "Don't worry, the eagle will manage the flying, I'll manage any flight emergencies, and you can keep a lookout for enemy movement below. I hope that somebody knows the way to the Grey Valley."

Saerirra climbs carefully onto an eagle and clutches her holy symbol, saying a prayer for none to fall on this day/night. She looks to Elixisys.

"Just give me a signal when it is time to synchronize our casting as we fly."

Elixisys looks up from the argument he's having with Chernobog. "Yes, I'm sure my bird here will be able to keep up with you. No you're... Sorry, what? Oh yes. Hopefully that doesn't need to happen while we fly. I'm hoping Edeleth can dig us right underneath and then we can use it to sneak around once we're inside. If it does happen though I'll make sure to let you know. Probably by yelling." 

The 5 Silver Clan monks keeping a formation around Saerirra with watchful eyes in all directions. Saerirra herself glancing over at each member of the team. She wondered if Sir Pebbles was not captured merely because he opposed the clans or due to the struggle her clan has had with the other dragon clans.

Uther joins his companions and mounts an eagle. "Sir pebbles hang on we will be there soon" he whispers to himself. 

"I'm not sure what we're waiting fo--" Edeleth began, when suddenly the eagle he sat on stretched its wings and started flapping.  The  ground dropped away beneath them, the castle fell behind them, and Rosri's fingers made what Edeleth was certain were permanent dents in his ribs.

Not that he really blamed the halfling. After flying on summoned fey owls, and flying as an eagle himself, this was his first time on the real thing, and he found...that he was a lot more comfortable doing the driving himself. He concentrated for a while on the eagle's movements, trying to gather tips to improve his own flight. After that, he simply enjoyed watching the magnificent mountain terrain below, and turned back to view the inspiring sight of over a hundred eagles flying

"The view is magnificent, Rosri," he said. "You really ought to open your eyes."

For the first time in quite a while Elixisys' serious façade cracks and a smile spreads across his face. "Well, this is truly fantastic." His head turns towards where Chernobog is flying beside them. "Now I see a little bit of why you gloat all the time. It's still rude, but understandable." 

Rosri can feel his entire body jerk when the eagle lifts from the ground. It is a feeling of foreboding death. On Edeleth’s command Rosri opens his left eye only a slit and Edeleth is lucky that it isn’t Roscoe behind him right at that moment. The grip Edeleth describe as dents in his ribs gets impossibly even harder.

“No, I’m fine with my eyes closed Edeleth. How can anyone find this enjoyable?!” He exclaim between breaths. “This.. must... be..the... worst... thing... ever..!!” If it wasn’t for the petrifying fear Rosri felt during the ride he’d probably faint and fall thousands of feet down to his death..  

Looking over at Rosri, Saerirra will cast Message to make her voice softer and still be heard as a whisper only he can hear, and can reply to.

"You need not worry, Rosri. Your chances of falling from your eagle are immensely slim. And even if you shall fall, I can give you a safe and gentle descent to the ground."

"It's probably going to be a long flight, Rosri," Edeleth says. "You should try to relax. Do you still have that deck of cards--no, never mind, that's probably not a good idea."

Edeleth looks below.  He is not quite sure if their route goes over Oakfields, but if it does, he means to have a look at what's going on down there.