Looking down at the sandy city below, the vulpine's brow was knitted in concentration, eying each entrance, and rooftop that was higher than the wall. His eyes looking back and forth, pausing only at each guard he saw, to count the number within his mind, sizing them up from his high venue in the nearby hills.

His tails swayed back and forth in the hot afternoon sun, the breeze, making his cloak flap behind him. His ears suddenly twitching as his attention was focused elsewhere, his companions have arrived with their way in. A cart pulled by what would appear to be large horses of a breed he cannot discern. Standing up, his hands reached up to secure the cloak to his chest, pulling the hood over his head, just enough to block out his face from any onlookers that weren't staring directly at him, the shade obsuring some of his features.

After all, some things just have to be done without scrutiny.

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Another piece that was commissioned, this time from a random artist that was just hanging out in the Hangar while I was trying to get another group going for Red Dragon Inn. I'm unsure as to who this artist is, but she was actually very good, and very quick. ... there's also an unfinished sketch of a dragon on the back of it, I wonder if she realized that. Tried to find her when I realized it, but .. alas, couldn't find her.

Also I can't write for crap. Still. x3