Bently

Bently Manages the finances of Current Industries and is the primary representative of the corporation for those higher in power in the Flight. Consequently, Bently spends most of his time in C.I's secondary office in the fast paced city at the base of the Lightning Farm, far from the companies manufacturing plant and the clan's main lair.

He began life as a soft spoken and shy hatchling, however from a young age Bently proved talented at calculations and computations. There was no need to converse with others, you just became acquainted with the numbers and the problem unraveled itself. Everything fell into its proper place.

Eventually, as Bently aged, his talents were recognized by those running his school. Yes, he was quiet and and usually kept to himself, but in this case that wasn't a hindrance, but a benefit. On the day of his graduation, a rare calm day in the Shifting Expanse, Bently thought he would soon be starting work as an accountant for an apparel factory in the Lightning Farm. While walking away from his school, tucking his last textbook into his bag to prepare for the short flight home, an unfamiliar nocturne suddenly appeared beside him.

"Hello," her voice was pleasant, but her accompanying glare was anything but. Bently nearly dropped his book in shock. The nocturne's piercing red eyes were an uncommon sight in the Lightning Farm.

"I-" Bently Started.

"We haven't met before. My name is Rosalind, I am pleased to finally meet you." She offered a claw to Bently, who hesitantly shook it with his free hand. "I'm here to offer you a job."

Bently glanced behind her, eager to escape this conversation, "I'm sorry I'm afraid I already have-"

"The job with the hat factory?" The nocturne slowly shook her head, "You'll be pleased to hear I've already told them you've resigned." Bently's rising desperation to escape the conversation with this strange figure was suddenly replaced by fear. He stammered back, "Wha-"

"It's a tech company, based out in the in the Highland Scrub. We create and manage quite a bit of the high end technology you've been exposed to," the nocture looked directly into Bently's eyes, "And some of it you haven't." The dark colored nocturned turned, pointing to a distant Mesa at the edge fo the city, "Tomorrow morning, a Wildclaw by the name of Tanitrelle will be at the end of Coil Street on Spirekeep Mesa to escort you to our headquarters. Pack a bag, if you choose to come."