[h2][b][color=f26522]Adelaide[/color][/b][/h2]

Adelaide was quite relieved when the blonde nobleman commanded one of his guards to help her. She found herself equal parts dazed and confused as the man the noble referred to as John helped her off her feet and took a brief look at the vulture. Adelaide couldn't help but notice that the man taking commands struggled to avert his gaze from the black, beastly looking horse-man who stood readied for battle, pissed off and it occurred to the mountain elf  that she'd just ran into a heated argument between the two parties. John was well armoured and confident, yet Adelaide couldn't be sure that if the centaur was to go berserk the knightly men would be able to deal with him.

'Sorry, I ... I don't know what happened, I just ...' Adelaide explained, trying her utmost to remember the details of the vivid trance she found herself in just moment before. Every time an explanation got closer to making sense it would disappear from her thoughts and she'd find herself getting lost trying to recover it. For now she needed to focus on what was in front of her.

'It's okay, It's okay, just follow me ma'am. I'll take you to the front door of our town's alchemist, okay?' He offered, Adelaide couldn't help but feel as though fighting a centaur was more pressing to these people than saving a life, yet they were kind enough to help and John seemed pretty confident that Volak would be fine so maybe it made sense and Adelaide was over-reacting. 'She's a sweet old lady, she'll fix your... Bird... Vulture, up in no time. I swear on my life.'

The thought of a fight potentially being more concerning to the men and the calmness demonstrated by the blonde captain and John both when confronted with the bloodied bird and a mountainous, armour-clad centaur stomping and huffing about seemed to sober Adelaide and she no longer felt full of emergency, just weak.

John ushered Adelaide gently towards a square in Macaron that she hadn't noticed whilst looking for Volak, as she moved she noticed the man was probably no older than herself. Flowing, chestnut hair parted Johns youthful and attractive face and maybe in different circumstances Adelaide might've wished she wasn't wearing the first plain green dress she found this morning. 

As the two approached the discrete, tucked away potions shop that the girls seemed to wander by previously without noticing John grabbed the door and rather chivalrously beckoned Adelaide to pass through first with the injured vulture, when she entered the shop it was unlike anything Adelaide had ever seen...