As the ravens packed into Derricks inn, most faces were awash with smile. Finally it was time to press onto greater things, nearly everyone was excited at the prospect of greater glory and adventure and most felt their time in Darwash was overstayed purely for Turians benefit. The band went through its normal voting process, packed into standing room only, there was 112 of them now, dwarves, gnomes, human, drow, and tieflings of all walks of life. Members were sitting on the bar and tables, peeking in windows, and lining the upstairs railing, the hefty Templar’s stood in stark contrast to their smaller compatriots. Rin presented some options, as did Verion. The band deliberated into the night, finally settling on Astoria as their next venture. Though many of the mages of the ravens were hesitant to venture into possible death or slavery, Rin assured everyone that if things looked too sour, the band would make a hasty retreat. At the crack of dawn the group departed, packing quickly and departing with little fanfare as was their norm. As Darwash faded into the distance, the band pressed North East, into the fractured states and up towards the lands of The Conclave. The journey was three or four weeks, the band moved leisurely, making slow but steady time and enjoying the uneventful journey through the mostly untamed wilds as they left the chaos of the west far… far… behind them. When they finally drew into Conclave lands they were immediately set upon by the familiar plate clad crimson troopers of the conclave, with Teek and Rin quickly mediating and explaining the groups purpose and intent. Dealing with the single-minded war machine of the conclave proved difficult, with the troopers ultimately sending a telepathic message back to their commanders for instructions. The return message was clear, the ravens would be allowed to camp outside Astoria in a designated area, watched over by Troopers, and would be allowed within the city walls to handle whatever tasks they wished. As long as they followed conclave law (with some concessions on the conclaves part for ‘renegade’ mages in the ravens charge) they would be given Worker Caste privileges and expected to act within their stature at all times. As the group moved within view of Astoria, the towering spires and huge walls were impressive to behold, easily one of the largest cities the ravens had been too. As they settled into their camp site, which the Conclave had so ‘nicely’ walled in and gated for them, the ravens felt subtle unease… every movement… and every moment… was carefully and meticulously observed by the un-speaking, un-responsive, helmeted war troopers who guarded the camp. Was this a camp site?…. or a prison yard? Time would tell.