The young woman was relieved, and a little awestruck if she dared not to admit it. Falderan's takedown of the furious man was swift, controlled and bereft of intimidation. Even the veteran guards that she'd been 'acquainted' with here in Erengrad were never so sure that they wouldn't get a bruise after a tussle in the snow. "Thank you..." The words drafted from her mouth like a wisp in the air, thoughtlessly while she shook herself back to reality. The young witchling shuffled the flakes from her cloak before speaking. "...You have the pardon, and the keepers know you're all here. They told me that they'll be watching from beyond the taiga. Farewell, Sir Geltroff. We will meet again I hope."
She spun on her heels, the gust of a freak blizzard masked her figure while the azure cloak licked the air. A few seconds later the cloud dissipated into a magic hewn vapour. The young woman was gone, glittering flakes upon the snowed highway settled by where she once stood.
Anglermaw had been staring at the ordeal, casting a sleeve over his eyes when the fog had formed by the coach. He could see that from the curious gazes of the common folk that the coach had overstayed it's welcome. Passers-by weren't simply minding their business anymore. They stared inquisitively, and the march of kossar irregulars starting above the hillside in a rushed stride did little to reassure him.
"Oi, Knight-in-shining-armour yeah!" He barked toward the roughish Elf, waving him over to the coach door like an impatient driver. "Are we heading off or not? Looks like you're about to get more than just woman-things fawning over ya."
She spun on her heels, the gust of a freak blizzard masked her figure while the azure cloak licked the air. A few seconds later the cloud dissipated into a magic hewn vapour. The young woman was gone, glittering flakes upon the snowed highway settled by where she once stood.
Anglermaw had been staring at the ordeal, casting a sleeve over his eyes when the fog had formed by the coach. He could see that from the curious gazes of the common folk that the coach had overstayed it's welcome. Passers-by weren't simply minding their business anymore. They stared inquisitively, and the march of kossar irregulars starting above the hillside in a rushed stride did little to reassure him.
"Oi, Knight-in-shining-armour yeah!" He barked toward the roughish Elf, waving him over to the coach door like an impatient driver. "Are we heading off or not? Looks like you're about to get more than just woman-things fawning over ya."
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