Mirielle took one last lookover from her little personal notebook, glancing past the name, description, and little sketches of her travel companions. Took a while but she finally got used to everyone's names, though just to be sure she'll refrain from crossing them out just yet. That done, the ex-inquisitor stored the notebook in a pocket before drinking in the sight of Dragon's Maw.

It looked just like any other cities this close by, the illusion of a crown of manmade stone atop a fallen wyrm not quite working when most of the wyrm's body was obscured by the too-close walls. The distinct air of a city built around a permanent garrison was unmistakable, from the rugged architechture to the winding streets and tbe hardy people living in it. Mirielle had been around such places before, though just like current experience it was mostly a resupply stop. Even the color of the Order was no guarantee out of troubles, though it did serve as some deterrence.

Some, under normal circumstances. Compared to the presence of the witch... probably not much of a deterrence at all. Soldiers had always been a superstitious lot.

Speaking of, said witch had been a real test of self-control over the nearly four weeks travel. The impertinent comments wouldn't be half as annoying if it wasn't specifically directed her way at every opportunity, such as now. Grumbling and inwardly reciting a passage about the virtue of patience - and not arguing with fools -, Mirielle dismounted her own ride before closing in with the rest of the group.

[b][color=#778da9]"Worry not, I shall be escorting... [i]miss Amaris[/i] here. With some discretion, we'll get to avoid the worst of troubles."[/color][/b] Beside from the most devout folks, few would be able to tell the exact rank one held within the Order beside some vague impression that the fancier outfits were reserved for the higher ranks. Mirielle, as an Archbishop's personal guard, would appear more important than she actually was. While she loathed the small deception, it was done for good cause and wouldn't hurt anyone (beside her own conscience). She'll pray for forgiveness later. [b][color=#778da9]"I swear that she will not be mistreated under my watch."[/color][/b] She added, still not addressing the penitent directly.