Glory was still rustling through the armor and the gems littering the ground. He was no longer searching for pieces for dread's hoard, but rather for something else. He had had the idea when he had been searching before - plates of armor, although dented and old, were still sheets of metal. If he could somehow shape and form them, he could craft himself his own set of armor!

Oh, he would look glorious! Shining gold and silver plates! Flying into battle with the light glinting off the metal! Taking blow after blow without being damaged or injured at all! Yes, absolutely fantastic! Oh, he was so excited!

But, of course, he needed to learn how to smith in the first place. He had no idea how to temper metal or make it into armor and weapons! He still needed to learn things like that! But he would! He just needed to find the right stuff first.

As he shifted through the broken debris, he heard footsteps in the tunnel and paused, looking up curiously. It was a chick, smaller then him, but he could tell it wasn't too much younger. However, he was more grown into his form. He had shed his baby fluff and now sported a full body of brown and gold feathers. He hadn't quite achieved his adult size, but he definitely looked like a mostly-grown eagle. This bird, on the other hand, looked barely out of its first cycle.

"Young bird," he called, standing up straight. "Are you headed into Monoceros? It is dangerous! The winds are strong and treacherous! A small thing like you wouldn't last." He spoke bluntly, but honestly. The little thing would probably get picked up immediately and thrown against a wall, breaking their little neck. That would be unfortunate.

Glory was a little surprised that the chick had hatched in the windy cave and not immediately been killed by its dangers. Once again, he glanced up their body and wondered how it had managed it without even knowing how to fly!

But, of course, that meant that they were really tough! Glory clacked his beak and turned completely, taking a few steps towards the chick with a gleam in his eyes. "Well, you must be a fighter, then! A real tough bird! How brave to hatch there and then return to fly! Fantastic!" His chest feathers ruffled as her looked proudly down at the bird.

"I am Glory! Do you have a name? If you'd like, I can give you a hand! Before you brave the winds of Monoceros, you should really know the basics. Without proper knowledge of flight, the winds will batter you bloody!" He said all of this with a triumphant voice, no warning whatsoever despite the serious words. He was too wrapped up in this opportunity to teach someone, pass on his skills. He truly was moving up in the world!

Glory had no idea who this Reseda or Envy were, but he at least knew that this little bird had an honorable goal - to give back to those that had saved them and helped them. Yes, of course, Glory would help the young thing! He puffed out his feathers with pride at the praise and couldn't help but spread out his wings a little bit to show them off. "I am...a good enough flier," he replied, trying his best to be humble but completely and utterly failing as he couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice.

"It is good to meet you, Lust!" Having no idea what the name meant, he took it at face value and decided that it was simply another word that meant nothing but as a name. "Yes, the wings are the most important, but the tail is not far behind! You push off with your legs use your wings to lift and then your tail to keep you lifted and to steer!" He demonstrated this, stepping out from his piled of metals and gems and opening his wings. He jumped a little off the ground and began to flap his wings, rising into the air a little bit, his tail swinging a bit to keep himself in the air before he landed back down and folded back his wings. "Like that! You have...to..." his words died away as he heard a stomping coming from the end of the tunnel and widened his eyes at the side of the thing. A collection of stones, held together by magic. How? How was that possible?

Glory acted immediately. He opened his wings and jumped to the other side of Lust, where he landed and glared down at the stone monster. "Stay behind me unless you can fight," he spat as he glared at the impending golem. He wondered which of his spells would do the most damage. Was his fire hot enough to melt stone?

Seeing that the golem wasn't reacting to the strange noise that came from behind it, Glory knew he would have to do something himself. He had no idea that Lust had, in fact, been the one to cast the spell. How could he know, he was so focused on casting his own spell! He sucked in a huge breath and began to coat his mouth with saliva but, when he started pumping magicka through his beak, it cut off and he was left with saliva that was barely warm.

"Damn," he muttered, trying to press Lust back. "It's okay, I can do this. I have magic that'll work against it, I just have to get it to work!" Yes, his wonderful, amazing spells. Blasting rocks to bits or melting them quicker then water put out fires. He flashed a glance back at Lust, his eyes glimmering with confidence. You'll be strong one day, for Reseda and Envy. But you need to make it there first. Stay back for now. I can take him."

He leaped into the air and fluttered above Lust's head before flying towards the golem, not enough that it could attack him immediately, but enough so that he was in the way of the little pigeon. He let out a screeching cry and turned his head so that his gem glittered in the light.