“You up for getting that evidence of yours, lass?”

“….”

“Yeeeess…?” Kathlin said hesitantly. The girl stole a glance behind them at the White Hand member that was clearly following them, before following after Ragnar who was striding up the stairs like a dwarf on a mission. 

“[b]Hey[/b]! Weren’t you two supposed to be going to your quarters?”

Kathlin grimaced, before turning to face the White Hand member. Ragnar continued to vanish down the corridor with great alacrity, leaving her abandoned with the guardsman. “This [i]is[/i] the way to our quarters”

The man glowered down at her, unimpressed. “No it’s not”

 “….We’re just going a different way”

“It’s in the[b] opposite direction[/b]”

“Oh. Hm. Well” Kathlin smiled nervously, before jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the disappearing Ragnar. “He’s going that way”

The White Hand member cursed loudly, before shoving her to one side and taking off down the corridor after the dwarf. The girl turned, producing a crooked silver wand out of one pocket as she slapped it against the other hand until it shot out a couple of sparks. Pointing it at the White Hand member, a blast of freezing cold enveloped the man. Carried forward under his own momentum as the joints in his armour and clothing froze solid, he promptly landed on the floor with an almighty ‘CRASH’ that echoed through the corridor. 

In the silence that followed, Kathlin surveyed her handiwork with a glum-looking expression. “Oh dear. I’m a criminal again”

[b]“LASS!”[/b]

“Coming!” the girl called back immediately, jumping over the cussing white hand guardman as she ran down the manor corridor after the dwarf.