Novalis tilts his head as he beliefs he has heard Michael call his name...

Fly? I can't fly, unfortunately, neither can my steed. But If it's a bird's Eye view you need, my sore tired eyes can provide exactly that; though not so far away from were we are going. As we get close, I'll scout ahead from up-above.

In his mind, deep in his mind, Mainhem sang a tune.

The road is long and winding, the keep is lost to time and from the hills came down the hordes to wash away the filth.