On and on

Borias wasn't kidding about Auster. The only way to get to it was by passing a narrow, long strip of sand. The strip could easily be defended by any groups of people with the strength. If any enemies wanted to come along and block someone from passing to the next continent, they'd have to go through whatever forces lay at that sand.

Journey here was not as bad as he imagined it would be. Gambit Briar was a pain in the ass, but beyond that it was mostly flat terrain. The giant garden out front was a spectacle to behold for anybody interested in that kind of stuff--Rayios excluded--but what really caught his attention was the castle itself.

Look at this place. A large, stone building unlike anything he's over seen before. His claws clicked against the ground, but beyond that he found the place alluring. Borias was lucky to be here. It seemed like a well fortified place, easy to defend if one knew their way around.

Upon entrance, Borias called out for the man named Seven, and now Rayios gets to finally meet him. He came out without qualms, tail between his legs and head down. It was a pitiful sight, but Rayios couldn't help but to smile just a little. He has no shame.

What little smile he had was taken away when the small man tried to lick at his feet. A grimace formed as he raised his paw to avoid the interaction. “No thanks.” he said, his tone bitter.

“Is hurting them ever part of your training?” a genuine question he asks to Borias, glancing at the larger male before his eyes landed back on Seven. What would Ray do with a slave? The possibilities began to float around his mind. “Do they ever try to escape?”