[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Galahad%20Taisc%E9ala%ED&name=CelticHand.ttf&size=85&style_color=0D6B04[/img][/center]
[@LadyRunic]

Galahad gave the girl a cold look. [b][color=forestgreen]"Your knowledge of the fae betrays you. And for this reason you are free to leave unharmed. Run back to your master little human,"[/color][/b] Galahad said. He turned to the fae who'd just arrived but refrained from speaking. He knew that he'd delayed here for to long and that he should be fleeing Fall territory. He shouldn't have even entered in the first place, but Galahad had no time for regrets. He motioned for his men to follow as he began making his way towards the border to return to Summer territory. He could sense something in the trees and another fae that was moving towards them, fast. Powerful but not as powerful as Falk. Galahad continued towards the border, sword in hand and armor clanging as he and his followers ran. Galahad had once lost a soldier to Falk. A long time ago. He'd been caught in a trap, laid out for the Hunt. He'd never seen that little Gremlin again, though Galahad was certain that he was enslaved. Enslavement would be a mercy compared to the stories Galahad had heard of Falk's tortures. But Galahad would be no slave. And so he ran.