Ahrendere

When Jovian had suggested to Dillon and Tonya that he wanted to show Victori, to put Wych Isle to the forefront of everyone's minds, he wasn't sure of himself (and his companions, for that matter), when Wren and Pari enthusiastically suggested that they travel to Montana. An official show, they'd said, which would accept the Caesar Alfkak and any others that the Centre wished to send out - regardless of natural or unnatural appearances and abilities. If they so wished, they could even meet with the mysterious benefactors from Oldwood Pastures - a small group of individuals of which Jovian had only heard rumour of. Why, a living skeleton? Horses more than twenty-five hands tall? Even as an amortal being, Jovian struggled to make sense of it. He supposed he didn't need to, as soon enough he'd see it: Oldwood Pastures were making an appearance, apparently, as they had a connection to Soul Fire Stables through the Elven Warhorse Program and had seemingly taken it as an opportunity to