"Roight, best prepare yerself, gonna be ah rough roide wit' these winds. Nothin' Oi haven' handled 'fore though, heh." The rider explained to his passenger as he nudged Ormm to fly upwards, off the ground. Few bats of his wings and the wyvern was off into the air again, not showing much bother with the extra passenger.
"Ever fly 'fore? Nothin' loike it Oi tell yah!" The man continued as heavy winds tried to push them around, but did little but slow them down.
Soon they touched down at 10.12, and released Alexander in the snowy forest at 10.11. The man looked to the enemies ahead and called out to them.
"Oy! What are yah doin' 'ere if'in yer not workin' fer this Prixima lass? We don' have ta foight, we jus' want answers, an' we're friendlier chaps than yah moight think! Least, noicer than what moight o' come 'ere, yer deep in Berebian lands durin' ah war, an' such ah large, armed group draws eyes, specially one who tends ta take long 'bout routes ta get in 'ere. Oi apologize fer our magick friend, people tend ta get jumpy when yah got armed soldiers starin' yah down, we can fix tha if'in need be. We jus' wanna talk, no need ta turn the snow red! How 'bout it, question fer question, yah ask us some, we ask yah some. Yah start, we hit the dirt up wit' the staff so its the least we can do, 'long wit' healin' 'em." The rider gives a long-winded attempt at diplomacy.