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."
Falderan was unable to respond. Caught off by the swift words and swifter exist. He could taste the soft tingle of magic. A soft chill that felt to ring across his very soul as it wisped away as quickly as it appeared. As the fog and mist shifted and twirled, the shimmering snowflakes took around the girls form before she was gone. Some illusionary magic? A spell of teleportation? Who could say with the infinte complexities of magic in the world. But one thing remained true now. The soft hum and soon growing foot traffic nearby as people watched. The sight of an Ice Witch was always one to bring awe or fear from the people depending on her mood.
The sudden chill was shaken away by the shock and roughness of Anglermaw's tone. Turning to see the coach door open and their Andrej gave a respectful nod and light bow as the women left.
"With all due respect Mr Falderan, your friend is correct. We should get going." He spoke in a professional tone that sounded sarcastic in the current situation. Brushing off little bits of snow Fal made his way inside. Closing the door behind himself and looking to his companions. A tap on the back behind himself and the carriage got moving.
Fal looked to Anglermaw who sat with a snarky snicker.
"Well it would seem we may have added eyes on us, but it could be for the better depending on how we act." He felt the sudden tingle across his skin fade as he let out a deep sigh. "I can never get used to being around mages and witches." As they spoke they began to make their way out of Erengrad and on the steady journey into Troll Country and their new residence.
Several hours passed. The outside countryside was as chill and blank as one would suspect of Kislev. Peering through the curtains Fal could catch sight of several split roads and signs. One indicated a fort some distance away. He couldn't catch the name but the signage was old. A century plus maybe, and the road they strode on carried a muddy layer to it. Snow and traffic led to a unique sludge on the dirt.
The sudden chill was shaken away by the shock and roughness of Anglermaw's tone. Turning to see the coach door open and their Andrej gave a respectful nod and light bow as the women left.
"With all due respect Mr Falderan, your friend is correct. We should get going." He spoke in a professional tone that sounded sarcastic in the current situation. Brushing off little bits of snow Fal made his way inside. Closing the door behind himself and looking to his companions. A tap on the back behind himself and the carriage got moving.
Fal looked to Anglermaw who sat with a snarky snicker.
"Well it would seem we may have added eyes on us, but it could be for the better depending on how we act." He felt the sudden tingle across his skin fade as he let out a deep sigh. "I can never get used to being around mages and witches." As they spoke they began to make their way out of Erengrad and on the steady journey into Troll Country and their new residence.
Several hours passed. The outside countryside was as chill and blank as one would suspect of Kislev. Peering through the curtains Fal could catch sight of several split roads and signs. One indicated a fort some distance away. He couldn't catch the name but the signage was old. A century plus maybe, and the road they strode on carried a muddy layer to it. Snow and traffic led to a unique sludge on the dirt.
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