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The young blonde man was no less frightened with the presence of these two women. He still shivered as though he was freezing."N-No! I am not coming out! Leave me be!" He cried out, using his arms to hide his face."The girl! The little ashen haired girl! The daughter of Gaston!" It was clear by now who he meant. The little girl from the tavern, the one who had been huddled up with Sylass and Aranel the entire time.

Meanwhile Sylass would enter the building."Guards leaving." He suddenly spoke."Going to protect king. We need talk. NOW!" He ordered quite roughly."Guards may be only chance of leaving city alive!"

The young Elsa seemed curious what was going to happen inside the bakery as she stole into it, clearly frightened as she seemed to consider every single step. Once inside she went towards the red-haired knight. "M... Mi... sir..." She began stammering. "Y-you must catch that man. H... he seems crazy. Oh by the gods.."