A Humble Return {open to all}

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The fair lady dressed in an indigo gown steered her ebony horse Windkissed towards the incoming city of Dras-Leona. Naomi's one hand tightened around the reins, hesitating slightly about her decision to return. The other hand quietly tightened it's grip on the dagger hidden in the pockets of her skirt. This is it. Her dirty blonde locks whipped in front of her smooth features, a sad glimmer revealing itself in the depths of her entrancing blue optics. An annoyed snort brought her out of the daydream, and with a deep breathe, she lightly dug her heels into her steed's side.

Windkissed drove his hoofs into the side of the trodden dirt road, a sense of pride and accomplishment showing with each thorough stride he took. He really was a magnificent stallion, after all. A mix of trail horse and war horse mixed into one beautiful figure. These are the types of creatures that make you imagine the gods when they created them. Did one long for a package of freedom, beauty, and wild?

Naomi grinned quietly to herself. All this talk of dragon riders. I am positive it's a fun experience; however, I don't believe I could ever take up the duty it includes.

She had nothing to worry about, nothing to fear, and most of all, no responsibilities other than herself and Windkissed. Naomi was her on person, and that's the way she preferred it to be. Yet, here she was, returning to see her brother that she hasn't seen in months. Oh, how she wished to see him. She had heard fantastic things, but their seperation -- could it have caused problems?

No, William wouldn't be mad at me. He might be a bit upset, but overall, I believe he'll be relieved to see I'm alright.

Only a few minutes later, she was at the front entrance to the run down city. Two guards stood up front, holding long spears and pouting quietly to themselves. Hmph.

The one did the casual "halt, who goes there?" motto, while the other just nodded on silently. Probably a new trainee.

Naomi explained her reasons, admitting she was here to seek out her brother known as William Shay. It seemed to be enough of a long story, for the older guard seemed to get annoyed and bored very quickly with her tall tales. He waved her by, and Naomi continued to descend through the town's main street. She passed by many salesmen, fortune tellers, and other exotic types of people. Now, where do I begin?

[Nandon]

William resided in his small home he had adopted as his HQ, It was nothing extravagant, especially since he was the current military governor of the entire city, he handled the patrol routes of his men, who was assigned to what, who was off duty and who was on duty, and he rationed the cities supplies, many of the citizens had fled the city when it had come under attack, Meaning the city was almost entirely a military garrison, but there still remained a small portion of the cities inhabitants, and those civilians where putting a strain on the resources available.

William received weekly shipments of grain from Beltona, and the remaining citizens had been put to work to harvest whatever crops they could, But even counting that and what was stored within the city, It was slowly being drained dry. All the problems had even begun to incapacitate William, as he would randomly be struck with Migraine Headaches that would last hours, Possibly even a full day.

He was actually on the verge of recovering from one such headache, and was riding Nighthood, His Peruvian Peso, It was a rare luxury which William found himself enjoying, he felt as if for the moment he was in the saddle, all his problems where gone. Even though he was accompanied by a escort of two Elite guards. William relaxed none the less, Enjoying the day as his thoughts traveled away so he was completely at peace.

The peace was ruptured when a messenger ran up, Despite William having given strict orders that he was not to be disturbed during the ride, Which meant that whatever this problem was, It was something extremely important, and something that had to be addressed immediately, Sighing William reached for the note the messenger gave him and dismissed the boy before opening the note. Nighthood stirred nervously below his master as if he had caught a familiar scent in the wind and taking his eyes off the note William calmed his horse before returning to reading it.

‘Sir William, I apologize for disturbing you when you are on your ride.
But the guards at the gate sent me a message that I thought you would find interesting.
Guardsmen Rorick reported that a blonde haired woman rode through the front gate
Claiming that she was your family, When his memories where examined it was determined that ether a look alike for your sister is here, Or the real thing. And I thought you should be notified, She was last seen heading towards the market district.’

William let out a large sigh as he read the note,it was strange yes, The circumstances of his sister disappearing had been strange as one night she had simply packed up her tent, and left on Windkissed, Leaving no explanation as to why William was left to guess. Deciding after a moments hesitation this was worth investigation William Nudged Nighthoods sides with his knees and he set off at a gallop through the empty streets, Leaving his guards behind him startled.

William arrived at the market district shortly after and scanned the crowds, Being unable to locate her through the dense crowd of people, both mounted and unmounted.

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Naomi became quite flustered as she simply got lost among the large amount of people shuffling in and out of the market place. It seemed busy, uptight, and a little tiring. The salesmen were yelling out prices, holding up their goods and exaggerating about it's the best quality and the usual. I mean, you have to make a living, either way. Naomi and William were born into a rich family, which means they wouldn't of had to work a day in their life if they really chose to. Hah, but no, the two were just too adventurous.

She turned Windkissed around, trying to avoid the sinful glares as the ones shuffled by, trying to get through to their families and homes. How does he stand this? Oh, well, I suppose this is the market place. It's probably the busiest place around here. She thought on quietly, scanning the rows and rows of people while trying to make out any familiar faces.

Windkissed lifted his head abruptly from munching on a fresh piece of grass that happened to bloom throughout the cracks in the road. Naomi softly brushed the side of his neck with her delicate fingertips, almost sensing that he had noticed something out of the normal.

A delightful whinny broke through the crowd, though it was barely audible with all the fuss going on. That didn't stop the playful stallion from barging forward, upsetting a few of the villagers that happened to be unlucky enough to be in his way during his free bolt.

That's when Naomi saw him as well. Coming up from behind, she noticed the familiar hair, familiar features, the familiar stock, build, everything! She urged Windkissed onward, dodging through the crowd as people leaped to get out of the way.

"William!" She called out, trying to get his attention to no avail. Frustrated, Naomi and Windkissed pushed onward till they were almost directly behind the pair.

To Naomi's luck, a large cart blocked the way with all the traffic heading through the town market. She tried to ease her way around, but it was too compact to even move Windkissed forward without upsetting someone.

Oh, dear.

[Timmir]

Trelik always had mixed feelings when it came to Dras-Leona. It was a place he always felt unpleasant at whenever he walked through it streets. Even now, with the Varden in control of the city, there was still that feeling of uneasiness that Trelik couldn't shake. Though that may be because of the heavy military presence that was in the city now. Trelik looked on the brightside though, at least it's a step up from the crazy cult that enjoyed cutting their own limbs off.

As he moved through the city, he couldn't help, but notice a certain poster that was hanging on the wall. It was a wanted poster. For him. Well actually, it was a wanted poster for someone called Belock, but that was besides the point. The picture on the poster was fortunately not done by a perfessional, being fairly crude and hard to really discern. The reward though was pretty high, enough that it would have caught any bounty hunters eyes.

Well, it seems they hadn't forgotten about that little escapade. I guess I should count my blessings that the Varden is in charge of the city now. Still though, no point keeping this up. Trelik then scanned the area around him to ensure that no one was paying any attention to him before he took the poster down and folded it into his pocket. He then moved on, now keeping a weary eye for any other poster of him that managed to have survived the Varden's invasion.

Trelik soon found himself in the market place where many of the remaining citizens seemed to be located at this time. With practiced steps, Trelik moved through the crowd unencumbered. He could hear the merchants calling out prices for their goods. Trelik couldn't help, but notice that some of the goods that the merchants were selling though were mostly basic supplies. It seemed that the Varden's presence within the city was causing a strain on the supplies. That, or this years harvest wasn't good. It could even be a combination of both.

As Trelik walked through the market place, he nonchalantly dropped a few crowns into a beggers bowl. He could hear a small thank you from begger as he continued making his way. A small part of Trelik chatised him for what he did, reminding him that he was here for supplies and he was already low crowns as it is. He didn't pay it much mind though. Getting more crowns wasn't exactly a challenge for him, and while most of these citizens probably had barely enough money to feed their family, there was probably still some people who had more crowns then they need.

Analyzing the crowd around him, his eyes then caught sight of a wealthy looking young woman riding on a horse through the market place. She seemed like a perfect mark for Trelik, almost a little too perfect. Trelik didn't pay it any mind though as he did his best to blend himself with the crowd before making his way towards the woman.

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Naomi was never one to like busy cities. William and her grew up in fairly rugged country, though their home was quite beautifully made. Of course, Dras-Leona seemed to be at an all time low at the moment, especially after the recent battle, but it didn't affect the everyday life of the common citizens. On a more important note, Naomi always seemed to become overwhelmed whenever she was around large groups of people. It just didn't feel right, considering all the terror that is raging the land and all the villains roaming Alagaësia.

She had always been a caring person. Naomi and William are major supporters and contributors to the Varden cause. They have even donated to the poor and freed many slaves from their greedy masters.

Why wouldn't anyone think it was unreasonable for her to have left?

After their home being burned to the ground, it never seemed to go back to normal. I suppose, it could never be "normal" again. Normal has many different meanings; however, it implies the same thing -- tranquility for how things are. Things aren't normal if two sides have two different oppinions on how people should spend their lives. 1. Bowing down to an evil king that wants to take all your rights away. 2. Fighting for freedom, and the return of the old Alagaësia.

Why would anyone choice the differ?

Not all people are bad, some are just forced, or influenced. That brings up a whole different subject -- magic. Naomi was never the best at it. It just wasn't her thing, though she's quite the master with a long sword and bow.

Naomi's fingers grasped at the hilt of the dagger hidden in the midst of a pocket in her dress, the other hand taking a better hold of Windkissed's reins to pull him off and around the long line of traffic. Oh, bother. It was taking too long and her patience was running on an all time low. Windkissed halted abruptly, his back legs going stiff as he jerked his head into the air in frustration. "Shh, easy boy. If thousands of miles of endless adventuring can't stop us, this surely can't." The ebony stallion stomped a hoof to the ground in silent protest, his ears curiously sliding back to listen to the gentle tone of her voice. By this time, she seemed to have lost sight of William among the crowd. Now, what do we do, and where do we go?

[Brenton]

Kelocias walked through the crowded streets of Drastic Leona and looked around. Her thoughts were elsewhere but still the rider noticed when a Guy slipped inti the crowd. Strange. Kelocias dropped her hand to one of her duel rider blades and watched carefully.


((This is only 43 words, It needs to be longer))

[Nandon]

William searched around for his sister, Worried out of his mind, deep down within him he knew she truly was here, That it wasn’t some imposter and that it actually was his sister. Wheeling his horse around he searched before dismounting, Nighthood, clomped away towards the nearest stables, A signal they had worked on for a long time. Looking around he felt nauseas again, And his head began to pound as the area began to spin,

‘People everywhere…So many…’ He thought to himself as he felt his legs slowly become jello like, And slowly he fell to one knee, His head pounded fiercely and he vomited on the ground, He felt hands grab at him and he yanked away, Though causing himself to fall. This wasn’t him.

Normally William was surprisingly graceful, and well balanced, especially for someone he heard multiple people refer to as a brush and wacker. He gripped the dagger at his side, as he felt the hands grab at him again and whirled around with a snarl, Slashing at the source of the hands.

It was his bodyguard.

The mans eyes widened as he felt the pain from the shallow cut across his chest. Staring at William in utter and complete surprise. The bodyguards had become well familiar with the knight, And this is what caused the surprise, William was not a violent person in most cases, The men had even Volunteered because they heard of his calm and easy going manor.

William shook his head and vomited again, The pain in his head was unbearable, The area continued to spin and in a last resort he curled into a ball, letting the blood covered dagger fall limply from his hands, it creating a dull clatter, William slightly noticed screaming in the back ground, A woman no doubt and instantly the area began clearing. Puking once more William called out a single name, A name of the person who had always brought comfort to him in his child hood.

“Naomi!”

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Naomi noticed a slight commotion disturb the normal ruckus of the crowd. She gripped the reins, giving Windkissed a slight nudge to drive him forward into the gathering amount of people around the lone figure on the ground. She couldn't seem to get close enough to get a decent look, even from horseback. Naomi did have a decent supply of herbs packed into her case, maybe she could be of assistance? "Excuse me, please, let me through." She let Windkissed separate the crowd, a shallow line forming as she approached. As she got closer, she noticed the foul smell of blood, and a familiar look upon the man that lay curled up in the fetal position.

"Wait, what, oh! William!" Her royal optics widening, and her hand flying to her mouth to cover her gasp. She slid, almost fell, off of Windkissed in her rush to get to his side. Pushing her way through the thin line that still remained, upsetting a few of the commoners at the time. She collapsed to the ground by his side, taking a water casket from off the pack of Windkissed and gently pouring a bit on his face to clean him up.  "William, you blasted brother, wake up."

She shook him playfully, wondering if this was just a new type of phase for him. I mean, maybe all the stress of his new job made him like this? It was only a guessing game for the time being. A guard stood standing off to the side, a part of his chest dripping with a small trickle of blood. He took her wrist, trying to pull her away to her protest. "Let go of me!" She jerked her hand back, almost feeling as if slapping the guard for his incompetence. "I am his sister, you will leave us be, and you won't say a word more otherwise!" Though the guards couldn't of known whether or not she was really of blood and flesh to William Shay, the commanding tone in her voice was enough to set them on their way to the sidelines. They're just doing their job, I suppose.

She took the fallen knife from the ground, wiping the blood off on her dress in amusement. "What have you done this time?"

[Timmir]

As he made slow progress to his mark, something happened to cause a commotion in the crowd. Normally, he would normally ignore what was causing the commotion, but whatever it was, it had caught the attention of his mark. Trelik silently cursed as he tried his best to keep line of sight on his mark as she rode away, but eventually he lost her amongst the crowd. This was just his luck.

Trelik moved a bit more aggressively through crowd as he tried to reach the source of the commotion. The cautious part of him told him that he should just forget about her and find another mark. He didn't even know if the woman had any crowns on her at all. Trelik ignored this though, too stubborn to just give up like that.

Trelik eventually made it to the source of commotion, quickly doing his best to blend in with the crowd surrounding the scene. Looking at the scene, things didn't seem to look good. The woman seemed to be trying to help the man, who looked fairly sick and unwell. With that in mind, he guessed that the patches of throw up along the ground was caused by him. Trelik then noticed that one of the Varden Soldiers that were on the scene seemed to have suffered from a small chest wound.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Trelik asked himself as stepped back away from the crowd. With all the attention that was on the woman, there was no way he could pick the woman's pocket without getting caught. He just needed to be patient and bide his time. Anyways, who knows?

This might just end up working out in his favor.

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Naomi leaned back on her heels with a sigh of content and acceptance over the situation that was occurring before her. She didn't know much else to do, considering he was knocked out cold by the looks of it. Naomi gestured the guard over with a flip of her wrist, passing him a crown for his troubles. "Please take him to his room. If he awakens, send for me please, I will appreciate it if you do. I shall stay at one of the inns in the meantime. I apologize about the commotion he has caused." She stayed where she was as the two steadied him between their weight, carrying him off up the town path towards the more expensive part of Dras-Leona.

The crowd seemed to gradually lower in number once William was out of sight from the crowd. Some of the citizens even started to follow the two guards out of curiosity as to the health of the young man. Pity. I wonder what got into him. Naomi clicked her tongue twice to get Windkissed's attention, waiting quietly as he took his time in crossing back over to her location. "Hey, darling. Did you see your brother? He probably looks more magnificent then you by now." Windkissed's slanted ears rotated forward like little beacons, listening to the soft tones of her voice and contemplating a response. His nostrils flared, the stallion's head tossing up and down once as if he was ready to be on his way. "Alright, alright, hold your horses."

Naomi quickly mounted Windkissed, gripping the reins firmly with one hand as she guided him down the road a ways. She glanced down at her bloodstained palms in quiet disgust, holding back a sigh as she reminded herself she'd wash them off once she found an inn. The knife that William had used to slice the chest of the guard was still gripped firmly in her other hand, almost without her noticing. Instinct, I suppose.

Slightly farther than a block down from the market place, they came to a seemingly busy tavern that looked to be a decent enough building to stay the night in. Hm, I wish I knew what you were thinking Windkissed; however, I am glad that you cannot speak. I know you would have been complaining just as much as I was when we were on the road. She dismounted from the stallion with ease, untying the saddle bags and handing him off to a caretaker that would take him to the barn out back. Naomi slipped him a crown as well, giving him a quick thank you and requesting that he hosed him off, maybe even give the tack a quick shine if he had the time.

Naomi entered the tavern, feeling slightly awkward considering she probably looked like a mess after what she had done. Dusty, bloody, and hands worn with callus from days of constant traveling, hunting, fishing, and scavenging. Her dirty blonde locks were slightly tangled, though it did give her a rustic appearance. Upon entering the tavern, she went up to the woman behind the counter and requested a room for two days. Naomi quietly payed the lady, a small boy around the age of ten was sent to show her her room.

It was a small, but it would do. She wasn't going to complain. It had a nice fireplace, and cozy furniture to math. Roomy, that was the word. Hm, now, what should I do to pass the time?

[Brenton]

((Sorry I was on my phone and it is shitty in posting already.))

Kelocias felt the crowd begin to thicken as the people milled around them and pressed toward a group of people in the center of the street. Apparently someone had passed out or something but Kelocias didn't exactly remembered or care who it was because the girl was still in danger. That guy who had hid in the crowd was still following her and the elf rider drew her duel rider blades before stepping carefully in front of the guy. Her armor sparkled in the sunlight and the sound of chains tinkled as she raised to her full height. "By order of the riders I command you to lay down your weapons and relinquish any intent to harm those you seek. You seek to harm or steal from someone within the Varden ranks and I have authority enough to take you into custody."

Kelocias was a bit dramatic but the elf was also the daughter of Vrael and Andume so she had every right to be dramatic. The rider called upon magic to prepare to chain the guy in place in case need be. Kelocias glared at the guy and then dropped into a battle stance while making sure that no one was in immediate harm from her attacks.

[Timmir]

((Before anything else, I just have to say that your character feels like she's being very meta-gamey flamebreathe.))

Trelik curiously watched as the woman gave the man to a soldier. There were no nobles he knew would go out of their way to help someone like that, so seeing one do something like that piqued Trelik's curiosity about who the girl was. There just had to be a reason why she helped that man, but what that reason could be eluded the thief.

Trelik watched as his mark called her horse and left the scene, though Trelik couldn't really consider her z
a mark now as he lost his intention of stealing from her, and more wanted to know who she was. Before Trelik could move to follow her however, another woman, with duel swords drawn, stood in front of his path. Judging from her ears, the woman was probably an elf, or someone who had magically enhanced their ears so that they could be mistaken for an elf. Either way though, the woman was battle ready, fully decked in armor and seemed ready to tear Trelik neck out at a moment's notice. She claimed herself to be a rider, and stated that Trelik was going to be taken into custody because she claimed he had the intent of harming or stealing from someone within the Varden. Trelik just gave her an odd look after she said that. Sure, it was true he had the intention of stealing from that other woman, but their was no way the elf could know that for certain.

Yet, he could use this to his advantage.

"I'm sorry, but may I just ask who exactly do you claim I was going to 'harm' or 'steal' from exactly? Wait... Your not blaming me for what happened to that guy just now, are you?" Trelik asked with his arms crossed. He didn't knew how exactly the elf would react, but he didn't exactly expect her to take his question lightly.

[Nandon]

William woke up a hour later, His body covered in a cold sweat, He was in his bed, and he felt as if a cool rag was placed on his forehead, He slowly sat up, causing his head to throb, He had no memory what so ever of what had happened after he had dismounted Nighthood, And that bothered him. Instantly he felt someone grab at him and he tensed up only to see the face of one of the Magicians that accompanied his forces.

“You need to lie down sir...It seems that your mind was invaded by a strange presence we cant place…But I have already established defenses around your mind, And if any are broken passed I as well as my fellow Magic users, Will be alerted.” The Woman said kindly and he slowly reclined back.

‘His mind had been invaded? By what…Argh, My head hurts…’ William thought before trying to remember why he had been out there. His sister! That’s right! She was here, She had found him! And almost on Queue a guard entered, A wound on his chest lightly patched up.

“Oh! Sir you are awake! That is good! I will send for the Woman who got you here, I cant imagine her being anyone else but of your blood. With the commanding tone she had.” The guard rambled on to say before moving to leave, But William stopped him.

“No! I will go visit her myself.” William said going to rise only to have both the magician and the guard ease him back down.

Then the woman spoke.

“Sir William, You are in no state to go anywhere. I will have a courier call your sister here. But you will not leave this house.” She said firmly and William sighed slowly leaning back before closing his eyes as the courier was dispatched.

[Brenton]

((Kelocias has been around for centuries so she has grown able to see things in crowds of people. She doesn't actually know for a fact anything but is going off of a gut instinct. If you are using Assassin's Creed as a basis for your character then let it be known that the guards don't actually pay attention unless their attention is fully gained.))

Kelocias frowned as the crowd of people began to walk around them and she was forced to sheathe both blades in frustration. It wasn't very kind for people to challenge others but this guy did have a point. She didn't know for a fact what was being done and yet she had a good idea that he was after the woman for her crowns and other valuables. He didn't look the type to be a guard and only guards and thieves walked and stalked like he was. Shouts echoed from across the street as Kelocias grew ready to step forward and she looked over to see another person on the ground bleeding from an arrow to the chest. Damn! Someone was shooting at them and she was fairly certain it was an Empire spy.

The rider glanced back at the guy and disappeared into the throng of people around the body. She shoved through and made it to the body which now had a partner next to it. The arrows were made of oak with eagle feathers and three red stripes along the shaft. The head was a broad head that was sharpened to a deadly point while it was also made of obsidian so it would break easily. Kelocias sighed and put her hands on the first person's chest before concentrating. Soon the arrow was gone and they were healed. Kelocias healed the second person and stood up. She wiped sweat away and frowned again. These two people were royalty or very high up officials. Someone was attacking the Varden and they intended to take the city back.

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Naomi took the time to wash up during her stay at the inn. She washed the blood off her hands, changed into a light blue gown, and brushed out the tangles in her blonde hair all in a minimum of ten minutes. It never did take her very long. Afterwards, she glanced out the window of her room for a few brief moments, hearing a few shouts coming from the direction of the market place. What else could be going on down there? She strode across the short distance of the room, and took a step outside, glancing both ways just out of instinct. Could never be too careful, especially in these times. Naomi walked down the wooden stairs, going out the back of the tavern to take the shortcut to the stables outside. She followed the dirt trodden path up to the old shanty stables filled with about three horses. One was a beautiful cremello color, the next a bay stud, and then the one at the far end, her very own, Windkissed.

"Ah, the little boy did a good job of cleaning you up!" She commented quietly to herself, walking slowly over to the ebony stallion and giving him a small kiss on the muzzle. "And he cleaned your tack as well. Wonderful." Naomi pulled a lead off from a hook along the wall of the stable. She hooked it onto Windkissed's halter and opened the door to his stall, leading him out onto the path where she could tack him up. It didn't take long, considering she only wanted to go for a short ride around the town. Naomi placed the black saddle pad onto Windkissed's back, following up with the dark saddle a few moments later and tightening the straps around his belly. She connected the other end of the lead to the side of the halter to turn them into makeshift reins. "Perfect."

Naomi was just about to mount Windkissed when a courier came sprinting up to her, half out of breath by the looks of it. Did he run all the way here? She stopped what she was doing, leaning along the side of Windkissed as she waiting for the courier to catch his breath. "My lady, your brother has requested your presence in his quarters. Shall I escort you there?" He wheezed out quickly, bending over to rest his hands on his knees to ease his breathing. "Yes, please. Thank you for the service. Do you need some water before we leave?" Naomi offered, gesturing towards the canteen that was hooking onto Windkissed's saddle. "No, madame. I'll be fine, thank you. I'll lead the way."

She gave a curt nod, placing a foot into the stirrup and pulling herself over comfortably into the saddle. The courier didn't take long before he started up again, dashing out from the side of the building to the streets. Naomi gave Windkissed a gentle kick in the sides, encouraging him to follow. No worries, William, I'm on my way.

[Brenton]

Seeing a horse trotting by with a courier in front, Kelocias stood up with his eyes half glazed over and thought about the best course of action. It would probably be best if Sir William knew about the attacks since it was on the people in the city he just took for the Varden. Still the rider didn't want to bug him unless need be. Istven, do you know where Sir William is? If so then let me know the destination. Kelocias listened as her dragon conveyed that the knight was in a house near the center of the city with magicians guarding him. She had been able to break the defenses of one of the magicians but now they would all know of her presence and there would be high alert.

Kelocias swore in the Ancient Language and took off at a brisk jog through the people. Her strides grew longer and soon she was four blocks away in just a minute. Kelocias slowed down and intercepted the horse. "My kind lady, there has been a shooting and I was wondering if you knew where Sir William is."

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"Oh! We're heading there now, if you would like to tag along." She offered kindly, glancing down at Kelocias curiously. An elf! Rarely see their kind these days. I wonder what she's doing here? It didn't occur to her that she could be a Rider, though Naomi just guessed that she was working for her brother William. It did seem that he had quite the high rank now, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of pride that she could call herself his sister.

The courier seemed upset about the delay, but he carried on as soon as he felt everyone was ready. Naomi was surprised of his stamina and agility, dodging through the crowd was probably an everyday thing for him. Windkissed kept up with a firm trot, the passerby's dodging out of the way of the confident stallion.

Naomi felt as if the trip would take a while, considering they were heading towards the center-most part of the city. Minus well strike up a conversation. "What is your name if I may ask? I am Naomi Shay, Sir William's sister, if you were wondering."

[Brenton]

Kelocias slowed down to a comfortable pace next to the horse and laughed at the courier when he glared at her. It was often that people were so rude to her, especially when they knew what she could do in a fight. Hopefully William would remember who she was and not have her sent out immediately. Kelocias spun both arrows in her hands and slid them into the belt of her pants before nodding at Naomi. "My name is Kelocias, daughter of Vrael and Andume as well as one of the surviving riders from old. It's nice to meet you Naomi Shay." The rider couldn't think of what to say so she entertained herself by causing a small pebble to rise into the air and hit the courier in the leg with a mumbled Stenr Risa. She normally wasn't so rude but this was a time to be childish since she had bad news to give William and she wanted to take her mind off of the subject for a little while.

[Timmir]

((Wow, this thread moved on while I was away...))

More commotion seemed to be happening as someone shot a guard in the chest with an arrow. The elf seemed to have deemed this more important as she disappeared into crowd to seemingly help the guard and try to catch his attacker. Trelik decided to use this opportunity to disappear himself before the elf decides to harass Trelik anymore. Having completely lost track of the woman he was following earlier, Trelik didn't knew what to do. It was unlikely he was going to be able to find the woman again.

"What to do now?" Trelik found himself asking as he walked down the street. He still needed money and supplies, but how was he going to get those now...

((I apologize for the very short post. Writers block is preventing me from figuring out how to keep Trelik a part of this thread ))

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Naomi steered Windkissed around the mass of people as they reentered the Market Place. The mass of people hasn't seemed to died down quite yet, but there didn't seem to be anyone on horseback except herself. That was understandable, since most people that lived in the town was within walking distance to the Market Place. The courier had to slow down his pace because of the fact that it was hard to manuever around everyone unless you wanted to upset a few people. Naomi took the opportunity to lean back in the saddle, letting go of the reins and letting Windkissed follow the courier on his own accord. She had trained him well. Naomi even taught him a few neat tricks that she'd show the little children that lived in her town.

Finally, the trio exited the market place, heading up a paved road towards the center of the city. It wasn't long before they came to a fancy house that was surrounded by strange magicians. One mentioned the need to search her mind, in case she was lying about her blood, but she refused and told him to take it up with Sir William if it was permitted to be done. She requested that it shouldn't be done to Kelocias as well, considering she probably didn't want certain things to be revealed as well. Everyone had something to hide -- and anyone had something to fight for.

The magician slipped inside to speak with Sir William, and the courier departed with a tip of his hat and quickly retreated back around the side of the home. "Kelocias, what is it like in Ellesmera? I am sorry for the random question, but I have only met a few of your kind." Naomi, striking up a conversation once again. She had always been one that liked to ask questions, it was just her common trait of curiosity.