Briox traveled quickly on through the mountains. Greaycats were originally developed for the mountains, and a few specimens had ended up going wild and quickly becoming a powerful prescence in the mountains of Islyander. Normal as he traveled he relied on magic power, stealth and teleportation to traverse the lands of wild goblins and other dangers of the mountains. On the back of a greycat all he had to do was hold on as nothing dared to block the path of one of the mountains top predators. Perhaps deeper in things would tussle with a greycat but here it was a smooth path from the stele to Rifthollow. Briox considered using dimensional magic to skip closer to town before riding the cat closer. But he may need every bit of his mana to be capable of surviving the next few days. Instead he ensured that the greycat knew to return to the place he'd summoned it to last time and then strapped himself to the saddle. A few drops of potion later and he was asleep, resting to ensure he had plenty of energy when he reached the town, no matter how bumpy or wild a ride it was.

He awoke but an hours walk from the town, the cat still loping forward beneath him quickly shortening that time before it stopped at the grove he had left from some time ago. It took him some time to unstrap himself, feed the cat a few strips of jerky and head into town. This time he headed directly for the Silly Pirate his stride determined and the villagers and thugs of the small smugglers haven quickly stepped aside, a feeling of danger radiated from the robed magus. Finally he pushed open the door to the Silly Pirate and looked around the empty room, dust starting to accumulate on the furniture. Briox looked over the place and then spoke loudly letting his voice carry through the building "Tommy Caulders?". In return a steely voice spoke from the door leading to the storage room "He went ahead, your quite late college magus".

Briox cast his eyes over the doorway still not seeing the person to whom the voice belonged to. With a huff his mana moved and an old spell of his was reactivated, runes danced in his eyes and now he could see the Black Gangs head magus standing in the doorway where before there was nothing but empty space. She was a short woman, thin but not too thin with skin as pale as the moon and hair black as night, many would consider her pretty, maybe even beautiful but he couldn't bring himself to care. "If your using magic so freely i'm assuming the Inquisitor has already left town" Briox inquired. The magus, he couldn't remember her name, spoke "Several days ago, Tommy followed along with Withers and the rest of them, i was to remain behind in case you showed up and lead you to the camp". Briox hurrumphed "Like i'd miss this, lets go then my mount is outside of town, i'm assuming you have one?". The magus glared at him "I'll meet you outside of town then". Briox nodded and turned around leaving quickly "I'm on the north side".

Irela glared at the retreating back of the college magus that Tommy seemed to think was important for this. Okay, maybe he would be useful as an extra corpse to slow down the Inqusitor but she'd seen what happened when a college trained magus thought they could handle an Inqusitor, by the hells most couldn't handle a squad of rune soldiers and those were at least men. Inqusitors...Irela turned and quickly headed towards the stables. She had no need to be thinking of such things, she'd assisst Tommy to the end, if this was the last time they did a job then she would at least make sure that there was one less squad of the thrice damned Hyser rune soldiers around. Too many of her own apprentices had fallen to rune soldiers, let alone the hundreds of magi who had been killed by them in the hunts. She spurred her horse out of the city gates and headed along the road towards the north before she sensed a slight flaring of magic ahead and off to the side. Carefully she led her horse off the road towards that flare of somewhat familiar mana.

Irela nearly lost her voice as she stared at the magus sitting astride a greycat. Nearly because she still managed to hiss "How did you get a greycat!? They're military creatures? Even most combat magi don't get them". Briox looked over "My teacher was a retired monster master, this is one of the kits from his greycats back them". Irela starred at it, its body wrippled with muscle as if someone had bulked up a tiger, yet it still somehow moved with all the grace of a great cat. Briox spoke "Are we going now?". Irela blinked and tore her gaze away from the massive predator "Yes we need to go, and try not to get too close, this horse isn't trained to handle predators". Briox swept forth a hand indicating for her to go first and then the two set off.

A lookout waited, they had been here for a few days waiting for the convoy to pass beneath them. They should have been here a day ago so apparently Withers was working his magic again. The man shook his head, he was a veteran of a dozen years on the street, he'd seen more dirty tricks and traps than most men four times his age and he still couldn't figure out how Withers did half he stuff he did without getting caught. He peered back down the mountain, torches from the convoy would be easy to see if decided to travel at night. That and Miss Irela was hopefully bringing help soon. Suddenly movement caught his eye, a bright light flashing and reappearing. He watched it, appear, move left, vanish, appear, move left, vanish, then two times to the right. With a start he turned and ran for the cave. Miss Irela was here!