The calm, lethargic streets of Caldisla, bathed in soft moonlight, were occupied by dozing pets and a scarce amount of guards. At the beginning of the road that led to the castle, an exhausted Holly leaned against the side of a building. She had shed her fur coat, the material rather stifling in the warm evening, and was inspecting her nails with feigned interest. Her companion was currently in the armory, haggling with the proprietor of the shop. The blonde hefted a sigh, her breasts rising and falling with the breath. She had little interest in meddling with the people of Caldisla and much preferred to be back on her airship, lounging about on her cool bed, ah, that sounded wonderful. Just as she tilted her head back against the building's exterior, she heard the familiar bell tingling sound that accompanied a shop's door opening. She turned to her companion, lips curving at the edges into a confident smirk, accompanied with a roll of her stormy blue eyes. "Took you long enough. Are you ready to go or not?"