Arandor
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John's piloted plane lands near the refuge of the Thyrian prince and owner of the "Lupine" organization. The refuge turned out to be a small, fortified Castle, built in a modern style. The arrivals were greeted by Boris, a large man whom one of the trio had seen, as well as four other soldiers, including a woman of Eastern appearance with a stern face. She was about thirty-five years old and was likely from the Eastern Archipelago, where the prince has holdings. The large man looked at the newcomers with suspicion, the woman with a wary and unfriendly gaze, and Boris with hospitality.
- You arrived safely, that's good. - He commented. - Was there any pursuit?
- I made sure of it; the plane has an excellent invisibility and radar evasion system. It's a good thing we didn't fly on the SVVP.
- We barely managed to get away in time, - added Laurent. - Some of our people remained in the building; they went after Richard.
- You need to fly more often, Basil; then you'll stop feeling airsick, - Jerrod said with a laugh as he exited the plane. - Oh, what a group, - he said happily, seeing the large man.
Basil emerged from the plane after the Vyronian.
Be strong. Believe