Airwin Modeia He stands silent upon the rooftop of the east tower. A place where one would expect to find Cecil, not Airwin whom was there. The sun had just began to breach the horizon shedding its fiery bands of reds and orange into the sky. Its light coming upon the land. Evil forced into sleep. The wind blew chilled against his pale face and sent his ebony cape fluttering behind. His emerald eyes seemed fixed upon infinity as was his heart, lost in a sea of swarming swells and dives.

Torvald is looking for Cecil. He was surprised when the large war ship baring the black crescent flag docked at the castle. At first he was worried that they were being invaded. He'd heard rumors that Kayos wanted to add Hana'Var to his empire. He is still in a little state of shock upon finding out the men were there to help them. They didn't even have to ask. Torvald has no idea what would prompt Kayos into sending aide, but is sure it's in the scroll he's holding. He's eager to find Cecil so he can find out what the scroll says as well. He pauses seeing the black cape first and then focusing on the rest of Airwin. "Who are you?"

Airwin Modeia He had been ordered here by his King...By Cecil his adoptive parent. However it seemed he was not, as distant as his stare into the horizon. The wind began to churn of slight, acting as a sandblast upon the dust which had once been settled on the tower's top, then it dissipated, lost into oblivion. He wore carefully forged armor of mythril, with the symbol of Modeia upon its breast, an ebony cape which was concealing of his arms and bode. A crown of gold upon his brow, inset with single emeralds. His emerald eyes shifted, towards Torvald answering in a quieted voice "I am Prince Airwin of Modeia...and you sire?"

Torvald is again surprised. So then the forces from Modeia have arrived too? That would explain why he can't find Cecil. His uncle must be dealing with Modeia and finding places to put them. He feels kind of small when it comes to answer. He's not even a lord, and may never be one. It was only luck his dad became a lord. "Torvald Croxx."

Airwin Modeia nods slightly "A Croxx...." his lips tightened then released with a rush of air. "I have heard much of you...However you will have to excuse me for my lack of excitement. These are dangerous times we live in..." He seems distant even now that his gaze is upon Torvald and not the distant sun rise..

Torvald can't help but find the guy a little creepy. He wouldn't be excited at the name either. He doesn't think of himself as a hero, but just another guy. Though his last name does help with the ladies sometimes. In a land like theirs common ladies have to marry rich men to become rich themselves, so there's never a lack of attention from them. He turns and looks over his shoulder to see if Airwin is looking at something behind him. Nothing there, creepy. Torvald turns and looks back to Airwin again. "Uh. yeah."

Airwin Modeia Yes, The forces of Modeia had more than arrived. Under the cover of the night an army or extreme proportions had begun gathering. Yet the only evidence of it at Castillo Del Croxx was the presence of Airwin. The rest were hidden...."When is this messenger due to bring word to us?"