Kiralla arrived outside the tavern scanning their crew, Berich, their well dressed merchant had all but disappeared. Kiralla assumed the centaurs must of ran him down. Gaela was attending to Fiona while Faruq was injured as well. Kiralla’s eyes were filled with doubt but her will never wavered. Her face was still rather sore, cut and the swelling blurred her vision in her left eye. Her magic had healed the worst of her broken ribs, the rest of her body still rather tender from being beaten earlier.

Snowflake provided her with comfort and safety but it would inevitably stick out while Brynn rounded them up and decided to take them through the shadows to escape. Maulakanth rejoined the group after escaping the guards; Kiralla almost hoped they could have left without him. Maulakanth would prove to be an unstable element in their group even with the likes of Kiralla’s atronach to keep the orc in check. If he did ever cause more trouble in the future, it would be a simple matter of leaning on his addiction. If it meant preventing murder, Kiralla wanted to take on that responsibility for however long they were forced to work together. 

Not to touch on the point of eyewitness accounts from the surviving locals and the guards, the Captain would surely see to finding them after the centaurs were cleared.

The spell to banish Snowflake came without pause. The miasma of a summoning circle enveloped Snowflake once again and the atronach disappeared. She jogged to keep up with the others. Cedric brought up their rear killing a centaur before he could call for help. His skills with the bow were rather apparent when the arrow cut the centaur’s words short. Turning about face again to carry on the group made their way to the shelter of the stables with horses to pick from.

“[color=moccasin]I’m p-perfectly fine with walk-[/color]” Kiralla began eyeing the horses warily. The others transferred their belongings to the horse they picked and mounted up before she could get another word in.

The last of the pick was this skinny mare, looking about as wary of the mage as Kiralla was of the horse. Small and getting on in age, brown with black spots along her face. The others began pulling out of the stables calling for her to hurry the fuck up.

“[color=moccasin]D-[i]damnit.[/i][/color]” Kiralla said under her breath, watching the horse cautiously she hopped on her left foot then jumped up to swing her right foot over the saddle. Taking the reins the horse whinnied irritably clearly unhappy having to leave off in the middle of the night amongst the chaos. “[color=moccasin]Cooperate with me p-please?[/color]”

The others pulling away into a gallop Kiralla struggled to get the mare into action, when she did the mare took a few minutes to finally catch up to the rest of the group coming up behind the wagon. Bringing up the rear, the destruction the centaurs wrought on the edge of town, destroying farmsteads, reaping where they could. Kiralla’s heart lurched at the trail of destruction they left behind feeling as though death had taken to following their group. While her body carried bruising from the locals at the tavern it was hardly a matter to condemn an entire town.

Watching Brynn with a glare as he bullied the locals into handing over their food. Despite having done an exchange of gold as opposed to blood, Kiralla made a spiteful decision while they were on the road to Camlorn not to eat it unless it was an emergency. Resorting largely to gathering her dinner from local fruit and roots. Brynn's revelation about hoping to become a bard did little to warm Kiralla to him. 

While they travelled Kiralla’s focus was almost exclusively on riding, the mare had grown to dislike her with every passing day. Kiralla often opted to walk her horse taking breaks often from riding. She had gotten saddle sore rather quick. When they broke for camp at night Kiralla offered to help Gaela to change bandages and perform restoration spells to complete healing Fiona, Faruq and Maulakanth. Not without complaint at Kiralla’s impatient hands.

While the others snoozed and her turn to keep watch she would cast a small magelight spell that floated above her hands, as the light of the fire grew low she could still use the light to study the sleeping faces of her forced companions. Sketching their faces to keep herself awake. Sending Cindy to patrol the area on sentry duty. The atronach would occasionally return with a charred rabbit to show for it’s boredom.

Having finally arrived to the sprawling city of Camlorn the warning for Sev’Ahmet’s gang and the bounties listed crudely below them she studied the sketches curiously wishing to know more. What kind of knife could be worth two thousand gold? Must be an artifact stolen by the brigands.

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Settled back into another tavern, a quiet spot where they could plan without interruption. Kiralla had been thinking about their strategy at length. Not a military mind by any means but she could provide some creative insight. Listening to Brynn and Cedric’s suggestions she shuffled through her bookbag for her notes.

“[color=moccasin]I am no il-illusionist. However, I have two id-ideas.[/color]” Responding to Cedric's suggestion, pulling out some parchment where she had listed her ideas in jot notes including little well drawn visuals. “[color=moccasin]First, we will n-need to infiltrate the keep to get ourselves a good lay a-about it. Then when we’re able to locate Callen R-Raimes, use an exit that is lightly guarded to smuggle him oug-out. Now, to ensure a-an area will be lightly guarded we have two teams working to smuh-smuggle Raimes away and another to run a distraction we could very well h-huh-[i]have[/i] ourselves some success with little attention.[/color]” Kiralla said confidently, “[color=moccasin]As for distraction I can pose as a messenger from the College of Winterhold with a forged letter from the Archmage… If-If they would ever to find out I would be-be booted out of the College for this but I intend to spoil the evidence in some way so it can-cannot be traced back to me.[/color]” 

“[color=moccasin]Cedric is right, bribery could easily ruin our chances, p-perhaps rely on it as a last resort?[/color]” Kiralla suggested as a compromise between the ideas.