Argit's Red blur lit up the sky as he flew towards a large city, slammed into the ground, and broke the paved road as he landed. Bree simply appeared behind him and took in the new sight before her: the capital of Maragon. She smiled as it was the most normal-looking capital out of the three she had seen. Irenfell's had been too clean. Ozama's had been wondrous to behold, but this one looked like an average city, albeit one with a large castle decorating its center.
"Welcome to Vosa, the capital of Maragon!" Argit declared as he spun on the paved road.
"Do you ever stop enjoying yourself?" Bree questioned with a smile.
"Do you?" Argit shot back as he stopped spinning and pointed at her with finger guns.
"Not usually," Bree looked towards the castle, but Argit held his hand up, asking her to stop.
"Can you wait here?" Argit asked. "I want to surprise old Thomas." Bree waved him off, and he spun away like a top, laughing as he headed towards the castle.
