Harold was used to traveling light, maintaining only the essential possessions to survive on the road. This typically involved camping supplies in order to survive away from town, as many expeditions and adventures took him far from civilization. Food was also essential in order to survive, of course, and while certain types of conjuration magic could summon it, conjured provisions tended to be of poor quality, and there were times when he used up so much magical energy in combat with a dragon that he lacked the magical endurance to waste on provisions.
He thought over her question, and gave a shrug. "I don't really have a place to call home..." he said. "Home is where family is, and that ship has yet to sail." Though he had no problems attracting the attention of human girls, he also tended to get bored of the ordinary, and humans were nothing if not ordinary. An angel, of course, was far from ordinary... though he had only met this particular angel recently. Smirking at her reaction to his touch on her wings, he said, "Would that we had a bit more time..."
He nodded once he had gathered the essentials, making his way back towards the manor where the gold dragon guardian of Genvese resided. Escorting the angel back to Varvara's residence, he was greeted by the beautiful golden-haired lady at the entrance, but the dragon had a somewhat grave expression on her face. "Come," he said, showing them to a room that was properly warded against Divination magic in order to provide for some privacy.
"I have acquired a new piece of art to add to my collection," she said, nodding towards a painting that had a cloth draped around it. "I believe we shall find it to be... revealing." Walking over to it, she pulled the cloth off to reveal the finish painting of Fleur and Leandre locked in a pose of aerial combat. It was a rather impressive looking portrait, but the somber look on Fernanda's face implied it was quite serious.
"I fear the goddess Varvara has already seen this painting... the artist who drew this portrait had his memory wiped after being returned to Genvese. And I also believe that Hailan is not to be trusted. Although he provides some service to the non-human residents of Genvese... he would do anything to assume the full mantle of Divinity from the days of long past, even if it involves betraying a fallen angel back to a goddess who has forsaken her. And it is most definitely not in his best interest for anyone to acquire the ability to kill a god such as himself."
Glancing over to Fleur, the knight remarked, "If Varvara knows you're alive... then we've lost our advantage of anonymity. There's no longer any point in drinking the draught... since the only reason to do so would be to hide the fact that you're still alive... a fact that has already been revealed to our enemies." He thought for a moment. "However..." Glancing towards the gold dragon, he realized something. "We also have an ally with the power of a lesser deity on our side. I'm guessing our generous hostess has her own idea how we can get to the Imperial City, yes?" He looked at the dragon woman who began to smile, knowing full well that her intelligence was on a level far exceeding even the most brilliant of human wizards. Of course she would have a plan... a plan which she had waited until they were away from prying eyes and ears to relay to them.
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