Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170506104115/@comment-29346383-20170517221717

As Grig got drunk and revealed with Ezealia watched as her children slept. They had recently sent a diplomat over to the "tropical union" yet it had yet to report back

Said diplomat was currently on the D.N.D. Theria, and his name was Thylon. He was a strange sort of being, lanky and grey with clawed hands and a back of Magic made explosives to throw and the normal flail taken by the visiers, he wore a black cloak with gold trim and two green eyes could be seen behind the ant like mask he wore. He looked out at the sea as he dipped his hand in a bowl of water, causing a green aura to form around him.

As their water turned green and vapors of similar colors rose from it he gazed into it and saw a map, specifically one which details a route to tropical union territory, although scrying wasn't really reliable when they had only just learned it was a magic a year ago.