Over the course of their travels, Dancia slowly grew more comfortable around the strangers she saved. Normally she concealed herself entirely with her cloak, even going to sleep with it on. But after the first week she was comfortable enough that she would doff her cloak when it wasn’t needed, allowing the others to see her dress; she was a dancer, not a soldier. Despite that during their lulls she would tell them a little about herself including her skills and her past adventures. While nothing too personal Da cia was at least willing to see them more than just strangers.

When they finally arrived to a town in Archanea Dancia was quick to verify her contacts. Unsurprisingly, the thee performers she knew were long gone; such was the life of traveling minstrels. A few of the taverns she worked with had also closed down it traded ownership. However there was at least one that still remained, and it was one that always did well for itself: Nereid Bless. It was a tavern that was ran and owned by former privateers, or pirates but with government backing. They had a nautical theme to their tavern and always needed a good wench to liven up the atmosphere.

However the atmosphere of town was anything but festive. Barely a minute inside and there was already an execution on display. A grim but inevitable thing in these times; with the world at war it wasn’t easy to keep the peace. Sometimes you need to make a good show for the common folk to ensure your own strength, less they get any ideas if taking advantage of the chaos for their own ends. However the headsman was accusing four strangers about their involvement in Dragonrage Pass. While Dancia wasn’t exactly sure who it what happened there, she certainly did not see those men before, during, or after the battle.

Before the men would hang someone slashed their nooses. The men fell to the ground alive, but now their rescuers was in trouble. Possibly; a woman like her was far from defenseless. Dancia had no doubts that she could take in this militia with no trouble. Frankly however, that sort of spectacle was the last thing anyone in this town needed. After all, would t instil confidence in the common folk ya see their own protectors cut down by a wanderer who disagrees with their judgement.

It didn’t help that it seems like Luna already picked her side and had her sword drawn. Dancia sighed; this was exactly the sort of thing she was here to help with. Not nessisarly fighting, but keeping everyone out of trouble. Dancia went ahead before any blood would be spilled, donning her shield while her body was covered by her cloak. She stood alongside the stranger but tried to resolve this peacefully.

“Now now, let’s not be hasty. A public execution shouldn’t be performed without a public trial, yes? Not to mention if you are wrong, and these men did not instigate any trouble, you’d be putting yourself in quite a spot murdering visitors from afar under accusations of conspiracy. Now then, why don’t we all put our weapons away and speak over some ale? A drink can help unravel the truth.”

[@Polaris North][@PaulHaynek]