"A war banner, eh?" inquires Sharky as the small party left the city gates, "I'm curious, are you planning on carrying your banner into battle with us or leaving it hanging from the ramparts next to ours?" Pointing back to where the Shadow Rider war banner flew next to the Yarfellian one.
"Leave my banner of the ramparts? Heck no! Believe it or not, that banner will actually protect us. That is, if the Weaver gets the emblem right," Psilo said. "...and if I can get this damn collar off," he added under his breath.
"Uh, huh... And just how will you're little flag do that? Flap 'em to death when the wind blows just right?!" Quickill jested.
Psilo looked at Quickill with a devious expression, "No... With magic."
