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A new day arrived, yet the tension from the previous night remained. Yvonne for the most part decided to stay away from it, ain't her job educating some noble brat. Personally if the peace was so fragile that a single merchant can topple it then the conflict was inevitable. No matter how much stronger his wares could make someone, a mortal was still a mortal in the end. If it could bleed, it could be killed. Just ask the pompous prick whose remains was scattered for miles and miles all over Fanghorn.

And professionally, well, they risk their mission with every high-profile act their little group commit. What were they gonna do, arrest every criminal between Rascade and the border? That just ain't happening, yeah?

"Same formation?" She said, just so others hear it instead of needing any confirmation. "We dont have all day, so let us depart."

She can munch on the travel ration on the way. Hot meal would be great, but eh. Time was a pressing matter, no? They'll live.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

The lack of followup weapon clashing and/or elf-powered explosion was encouraging, though it did took the wind out of Yvonne's sail. Scratching her head rather awkwardly, another look at the discount Davy Jones confirmed that the creature wasn't turning hostile despite presumably having gotten shot just moment ago.

She had to admit that it got more patience than herself.

"Uh, riiight." She helped the old man off the wagon, their pace slow enough that by the time they got to the confrontation site the monstrous merchant had long since faded into the tenebrous veil of night. So much for getting all riled up, but guess it could've been a lot worse.

Yvonne kept her tongue for herself for now, not quite having the context of what's going on beyond the fact that a shot was fired. No one looked injured in their group, she'll have to listen in a bit before starting to be judgmental. Call it an instinct, but her bullshit detector was tingling. There's definitely a dumbfuckery ongoing here, one way or another.

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A gunshot in the middle of the night was startling enough. Yvonne all but jumped, body moving on instinct before the mind catch up. Stand up, drop everything, grab a weapon, survey the area for threat. Not quite difficult with all the yelling, and the lightshow - or well, the exact opposite of a lightshow - where the commotion came from. There a thing wreathed in shadows that wouldn't look out of place next to Solomon's summons stood, thrumming with baleful aura and near-palpable pressure of magical power. Her face scrunched in distaste, noting that the way the damned thing stood next to the merchant's carriage while the bearded man himself was nowhere in sight.

"Come ON, we BARELY even left the city!" She complained as she moved as fast as her legs could carry her, not quite toward the fight but to the king's envoy that only now was very rudely woken up. Yvonne had to resist just hauling the old man off and create some distance away from the budding confrontation, but there's still some decorum to be had. Some. "We need to move, sir! Chop chop!"

She had no context on what's going on, best to ensure that the VIP was protected. Quite literally anyone else were expendable, they'll just have to hold on until Thernous was safe-ish.

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"Then it's more suspicious for him to show up here." Yvonne eyed the bear twins damn near twice her height, inwardly shaking her head at how naive these two were. Or perhaps it's just herself that didn't quite have the eyes for magic, but there was such thing as too convenient. "Most people doesn't casually carry the money for what he's selling, yeah? And I know some groups will try rob him if they got a wind of what's in his cart. It's ranging between unprofitable and downright suicidal peddling like that."

Another glower to the mysterious peddler, whose display of magic wasn't even subtle. Was that his source of confidence? Yvonne had met more than a few mages whose overconfidence didn't save them from a mortal injury. The man simply irked her to a personal level.

"Rosey, wasn't it? Scrutinize what you're buying real close. Heck, maybe ask Sparky back there for opinions too. She know her stuff." Done with her piece, Yvonne shrugged and swaggered back to her spot where the tent was left half-complete.

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Yvonne wasn't about to get involved at first, it's already hard enough to follow the conversation with the thick accent thrown around. But then she heard the price tags and couldn't help but raising an eyebrow. It was not a small sum. Well, considering the party there's multiple people that can handily throw around that kind of money without batting an eye. But there's no way a regular caravan can.

The man really sounds like a snake oil salesman... unless his items are legit. Which opened a whole new can of worms by itself.

"Pricy wares you've got there." Yvonne swaggered in from the side, eyeing the admittedly pretty nicely made stuff at a glance. "Ain't you worried about brigands, travelling alone like that? Awful lot of confidence approaching us like that, yeah?"

Yvonne gave a grin, one that never reached the eyes, the gesture dissonant to the conveyed intent.

"You know about us or something? That there's a few moneybags here that could be amenable to a good trade?"

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Yvonne recollected her luggage and weapons from the "safekeeping" by the castle staff, in good anticipation after the carelessness of last time sent her out travelling with her backpack stuck in the inn because the group just departed immediately. Same case this time, it looked like. It's still a light(ish) kit, but enough for a few days worth of forced march if needed.

With how things were expected to went, she'll need every edge she could scrounge against the impending shitshow.

"Who's driving this time? Doc again?" Yvonne inquired to no one in particular as she loaded the saddlebag, picking the decidedly smaller horses of the lot. "I'll take the rear guard then. Anyone praying for safe travel?"

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Yvonne showed no reservation in heaping her plate, the quantity likely second only to the bear twins. She did devoured the stuff with no issue though, somehow managing to maintain a decent table manner in the process despite the speed various slice of pies and cold cuts and whatnot disappearing into her. No alcohol served in brunch unfortunately, but she can pretend the apple juice was cider.

"Is it now?" She said, tone slightly coy, eyes narrowing inquisitively at the elf. Last time, none of the personnel brought in by the king was mediocre. Each and every one had a field they're specialized at. What would this one bring to the table? "Well, no matter. We'll have much opportunity to see what you've got, yeah?"

He cant keep his secret forever. If they were to be stuck up shit creek without a paddle like before, he damn well better contribute something. Or he'd die, plain and simple. Even someone highly skilled was a goner, with a few others skirting at the brink. Yvonne only hoped that Freddy wouldn't send a fodder along with them. Surely the king cant be that senile yet?

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The blue elf came up for a chat, a welcome distraction after that little awkward moment with the prince. A bit stiff, but maybe it's because she's used to Sparky's attitude. The grin widening, Yvonne matched the bow with perhaps a little more theatric than absolutely necessary.

"Good day to you too! Yvonne Rosenving, as you may have heard earlier." On a closer look, the man really liked the color blue. Everything her wear was in that shade, she had to pause and wonder if he'd bleed blue if cut. Bring another meaning to "blue-blooded", heh.

It wasn't a bad combination though. In fact, it matched quite well somehow.

"So, how'd you end up joining this little band of mischief?"

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

"They both got a good point, Sparky." Yvonne said, surprisingly mildly, the box flipped around and back into the pocket. It's quite clear that the little prince had to forcefully grow into a fledgling monarch, not exactly a great feeling forced by circumstances like that. She would know, it's similar thing that led to her rebellion against her family back then. "I'll find some way to get it passed! A lesson on rulebreaking is probably the last thing you need right now, yeah?"

How exactly, well, she could just ask Thermos later. The old man was at least diplomatic enough not to reject her outright. And if even that failed... well, no matter. It simply meant that the chasm between them was wider than she thought.

Now, for the sudden influx of people. Everyone gravitated to Sparky again, huh? Not strange, the elf carried herself with authority that even the king tolerated. It's hard to get any more important than that around this part. Crimson eyes gazed on the newcomers, recalling what she could get from them... not much, honestly. Small sparks of recognition here and there, nothing beyond that.

"Voltspear, like the legendary shieldbearer? Heavy namesake you're carrying there. Pleasure meeting you." Yvonne was heavily into tales from the last war, where he great-grandfather was a blazing star. As a side effect she knew more of the other legendary figures, including the all-famous Voltspear of the Twin Shields. As far as she knew the man had no descendant, but then again... naming one's child after a famous character wan't out of the norm.

Then there's an Ironside with the infamous greeting, an awkwardly submissive gesture that somehow lasted as a tradition. Yeah, not going anywhere near that lot. And lastly it's another elf! A lot more blue than Sparky, and dressed in a fashion sense strongly resembling Yvonne's own sensibilities. At least before a certain asshole mage burned all her trophies adornment, the motherfucker. To him, Yvonne offered a grin and a wave.

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"Give him a break Sparky, he's a bit too young for all this!" Yvonne lingered in the room, approaching the young prince right behind the elf with her usual lopsided grin on her face. Previously she would've gotten quite physical in her greeting, a slap on the shoulder or the like, but this time she stood clearly apart. There's a wall between them now, she realized after the rescue last year. A distance that no amount of old memories will bridge, and instead will continue to grow wider as time passed.

Honestly? She didn't regret it. People come and go, that's just life and even moreso for mercenaries. But... at least she's glad that the kid she once knew had grown so well.

"Ain't sure if I'd see you again, but I'm glad you're here." Reaching into an inner pocket, a small box lined with satin was produced. If opened there'd be a well-crafted pen within, the brass nib gleaming under the light. The pen itself was of Helvetian make, while the satin lining had Kindeance's heraldry embroidered at the center. "Hope you get to use it more than a sword, yeah?"