[i]Althalus[/i]

He laughed when Grey subtly accused him. [i]Sharper than he looks, this guardsman. He even added subtle threats. Bravo. [/i] “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not that you think me handsome, ruthless, martially skilled, and persuasive enough to be ‘The Terror of Port Slaughter.’ Let’s pretend I was this myth, for a moment. Why would you apprehend me, guardsman? For saying something the rest of the world believes about Port Slaughter? For knowing wanted criminals? For telling you some of the legends centered around that mask in my home town? Surely you have local legends in your birth town that you enjoy. And if you think the myths are about a lowly peasant gaining grandeur, you’re missing the point. It’s a Port Slaughter thing, I suppose.” He hefted his crossbow, meeting Grey’s stare. “I can promise you that I’ll do all in my power to keep them from being killed. I can’t promise I’ll choose anyone over her.” He chuckled. “Love. It makes a man do stupid things, no? I’ll help you look through those warrants. Who knows, maybe I’ll see more old acquaintances and tell you who you need to watch out for and who you can simply ignore. Regardless, it should be a simple enough job. You get the attention of the mages, waving your weapon about and making threatening movements and noises, and then I’ll shoot them with the crossbow while they’re distracted. Simple, easy, quick, and clean.” 

He paused considering something. “Of course, with magic, nothing is ever simple or easy. This should be fun!”

[b]Aramir[/b]

“Very hard, if you’re too small to use the ballista by yourself.” Aramir replied cheerily. All she knew was that she wouldn’t be using the ballista anytime soon. They wouldn’t need to use it at all, preferably. Which Aramir knew was slim to none with someone like Auriel with their group. Subtlety didn’t seem to be in the elf’s vocabulary. And with all the others they had with them, Aramir suspected they’d be using the wagon and the ballista far more than Lucilia would have wanted them to. She gave a small shrug. [i]It can’t be any worse than being attacked by a shadow demon, then waking up to more demons attacking the College.[/i] She shuddered at the memory. She hadn’t met that particular demon again, and she fervently hoped that she would never meet it again. To occupy herself, she checked the gear she had brought again, making sure everything was in the best condition it could be. She gave a cheerful wave and ‘Hello!’ to Colette, before returning to the task at hand. It was finished all too soon, and she was left wondering how big the Roc was, and how they were supposed to steal a wagon from it without it noticing and attacking.

“This is going to go badly.” She muttered under her breath.