It was late in the night when he grabbed hold of Shali and lead her from their Inn Suite. He'd already packed for himself and had he pack the day before, and wasn't inclined to leave with a big goodbye. The remaining hands they had, had already prepared the ship Nsrira had obtained for them. It wasn't in bad shape by any means, though it didn't shine like the jewel that Noxlea and his....brother....had destroyed.

It was schooner, however and met their needs, and the size of the remaining Crew. He'd already performed the ritual to take them back to Gaeln, the world they'd called home. Early in the morning, everyone had been brought to the deck so they could witness the ritual, and the storm. Also, he needed a crew member to sacrifice. After the blood letting, they were swallowed by a storm, and emerged in Gaelin, a day or two off the coast of Lorenlael, their home.

Still, landing at the nearest dock wasn't safe, it could been seen in the distance through a telescope that it ran an unfriendly banner at the fort nearest the docks. It too, had fallen to the ilk rebellion his sister had started. So, they headed north, to Halm, it's fortress was the last, and strongest of their strongholds. At his command, they were heading to the last bastion of Cugedheil's rule. The last place he'd find people truly loyal to him.

And now he stood on the main deck, arm's crossed. He and Shali had just finished lunch and were now watching the coast on the horizon carefully, staying far and out of sight, lest they risk pursuit. Cugedheil hadn't spoken in nearly an hour, content to keep the Demon Fae on his side as he waited to arrive, his face a long and perpetual scowl, that just watched the land that had been stolen from his rightful grasp. They were here to take it back.

It was then he came. As Cugedheil sat, confident in his endeavors, Ar was anything but.

The cogs in motion where quite complex, and plotting was not this creature's forte. When he arrived it was in pure silence, he knew how to stick the landing when it came to moving through space, an ability it'd taken him an age to discover, and has taken even longer to perfect.

His presence was announced by the locks of white hair, and the white hide of his cloak billowing behind Cugedheil. His hand came to the back of the man's shoulder moving to tear the silken shirt away from his back, and expose it to the salty air. He had something in his opposing hand, clutched.

He looked toward the Demon Fae on the deck, and his lips curled into a half grin, showing an amusement laced by his hubris.