[i][h3]Cyril and Company[/h3][/i]
Quietly the Prince had listened to lupine nonhuman's story, absorbing all of the details. Perhaps the saviors of the village were in fact angels, those sent with Divine purpose in mind; after all, if they really had the power and ability to drive off an entire enemy force without killing a single man or suffering a single loss, there had to be something unusual about him. Something about the story stood out to him though, and surprisingly it wasn't about the woman who used bones; instead, it had to do with the man who had been moving so fast that he couldn't be properly seen as he acted. Something about that description gave him pause and made him think...

But so did the storyteller herself. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, but at the moment the Prince couldn't quite place his finger on it. Ennis' response to her didn't exactly help; the Ambassador seemed to be quick to hear himself talk at that point, and Cyril just sighed as, with the return of Joy, the Ambassador continued to further bury his foot down his own throat. Bringing up his hand to the bridge of his nose, he gently rubbed as if to try and relieve himself of a headache (or in this case more of a migraine) as he counted to ten mentally. That gave more than enough time for, after Loredana's reply to introduce herself and retort to Cade, for even Shadar to join into the conversation as well... and as the Prince expected with the way things were going, he did not take the Ambassador's side with the matter.

Enough was rapidly becoming enough, and in that moment Cyril dismounted from his horse, landing heavily on his feet on purpose to create a forceful cut to the conversation. Straightening to his full height, he brushed himself off slightly before he stepped around Cade. He didn't touch the Ambassador, but the step was clearly meant to get the man to back off a little. The Prince didn't even look to Cade as he did this, just smiling calmly towards Lora with a hint of thankfulness.

[b]"Do you think you might be able to recognize them if you were to see them? If they're even possibly still around I'd like to find them."[/b] Why, the Prince didn't exactly say. Instead he looked over his shoulder, bringing up his hand to gesture slightly as he gave orders to the Sentinels. [b]"Diane, you stay with Ayano and take her to the other end of the town. The rest of you, just one pass through the town, spread out and see if you can find anything."[/b]

While all of the Sentinels save for Diane with Ayano dismounted and began to lead their horses through the village, splitting off into different directions, Cyril looked back to Lora. He looked her over closely, especially her face as he struggled to figure out just why she seemed to familiar... And then he had it, bringing his hands together to lightly tap his fist down onto his palm.

[b]"Lora Kadar, I remember you now. It's certainly been awhile, and it's good to see you doing well. As he's already said,"[/b] he gestured to Shadar slightly, [b]"we're on our way to Gurata as well. You're welcome to join us if you'd like, but we'll be leaving soon."[/b] The Prince didn't want to stay in the village for more than an hour. Despite the fact that it was wonderful news that the village survived, the quicker they got their mission done, the sooner it would be more certain that this village would continue its existence.

Still though, the Prince was rather curious about those two that they had heard about, and he had hopes they would end up being found.

[i][h3]A Small, Rundown Tavern – The Wanderer[/h3][/i]
Within the dark of the room the man's eyes opened suddenly, briefly glowing purple before the glow faded. He was sitting in a corner, almost curled up into himself as he had taken that place to sleep during the night. Resting against him was his blade, with the sheath above his shoulder as he kept it close. The sheath was metal, and slightly curved with the shape of the blade itself. His hair was long and a strange, deeper shade of purple, pulled back in a ponytail.

Slowly he stood, picking up his blade as he did so. He was already dressed in purple travelling cloak of a similar shade with that of his hair and eyes, and underneath his clothes were a dark black. His body was slim and he was barely of average height, and overall his features were soft and almost feminine. On the lower, right half of his face bandages were stuck to his face, and he scratched these gently as he moved to the window.

He briefly opened the curtains, and blinked as he saw what was going on outside. There was a crowd gathered down below in the main path through the village, and people on horseback. Of those on horseback, the one at the lead was a young man with features that he nearly recognized, and ones that he thought he might not ever see again. Blinking quickly, he turned as he let the curtains fall back into place in order to speak to the one in the room with him.

[b]"We need to move. We have stayed here for too long- rather he has slept for too long, and he apologizes."[/b]

The day before had been one nonstop action for the man and his travelling companion. After the unexpected morning of combat, he had split away from his companion; while she was to protect the village in case another attack came from a different direction, he pursued those that had already been driven away. He chased them all the way back to the border, giving them... encouragement whenever they slowed. Only once were they beyond the border and didn't dare to return did he turn back and head to the village, the pursuit and return taking him well over twenty-four hours.

Upon returning to the village and finding the room that she had rented, he had immediately gone to the corner to sleep. That had only been an hour ago, but now he was moving around with such an intent energy that it was clear an hour of rest was more than enough for him. Now, his focus was on picking up the small bag he carried over his shoulder before sliding his sheathed blade into place at his side, hooking it onto his belt so that he might not have to carry it in his hand the entire day.

The look on his eyes was intent and focused. Clearly, he wanted to leave as quickly as possible, perhaps because of what he had seen through the window. There was no guarantee this was the case though, for he was a notoriously hard man to read.