The door fitting flush against its finely crafted wooden frame, the lioness-woman turned her attention down and unto the two knightly men who had stepped forward into the room; handling the elven blade still at the ready, she remained where she was. Yet, before she could so much as beg a question that now grated at her conscious, Sir Hepburnberg provided his apologies on behalf the small woman, accompanied by a slight bow of the head.

[i]“I apologize for my halfling friend for her lack of etiquette, her boldness is not meant to irritate I assure you.”[/i]

The huntress returned the gesture, proving to mimic the motion with a surprising amount of grace; she was not so lacking in the customs of mortals as she may had seemed at first. It was not a surprise, one could reason though - between the scarring that visibly consumed portions of her and her apparent age, she was clearly more than familiar with the works of men and those alike them. 

Golden gaze lingering, she proved to turn to look in Regina's direction before she so much as moved. The halfling had been on and about an intruder, which still struck the old warrior as a bit perplexing. The wards should have more than protected the entirety of the house, even from an attack within. Sakaala had no doubt about what they the wards were, in that while she was a sorceress, wizardry was not entirely as distant a cousin to it as mortals often touted; the magic was still of the arcane source, not that god given or the more obscure like those shadow or stranger.

As quickly as the psychic had escalated things before, she did so again now by proclaiming she was certain it was this "Isabeau". It was all the former ranger had come to hear as of this day, and while the source did not seem reliable as it was often in the throes of fierce emotion, that same emotion played itself out as legitimate belief; there was no doubt the halfling woman found herself convinced of what was transpiring and that much was apparent to the company of the two men and monster.

Again before they could so much as respond, she set upon rambling, asking of what they could do, asking of magic, saying the intruder was hiding, then just as quickly proclaiming a search was needed. It was all more than enough, the assault of incoherent train of thought, to draw the anger of the lioness.

"Enough." She said firmly, gritting her teeth and silencing the exchange. While not a forceful growl to her voice, it was a demanding one.

"The entirety of this house is warded by the works of a paranoid wizard. [i]If[/i] there were such an intruder, no less this 'Isabeau'," The ebony flesh that lined her jowls flexed as she formed the words of the common tongue, "We would be more than aware, if not perhaps dead ourselves."

The lowering of her sword settled in as it then became idle by her leviathan belt which still bore shrouded, curved, tribal blades upon her hip. Each movement the leonine form made was thoughtful as she tried to outthink the situation at hand; all the details were becoming muddied by the paranoia and emotion. Both could get any aspiring mercenary adventurer killed, and the thought of it drove -

"Diagorides." The huntress uttered, at first to herself, "Diagorides, Hills - did you summon him as well?"

Shaking her head side to side with a lightly snarled exhale, "No, you never mentioned him earlier." She answered her own question as her memory provided insight and wisdom on the matter when she reflected upon it.

"Lady Genevieve can more than handle one 'witch', should she already be there, as any wizard prepared to fight is oft to win." The silvery blade tapped the side of her golden furred legs, of which were like finely detailed works of animal muscle and fur. "There is more at work here, but we are not about to abandon anyone."

"We need find the large man, then we can begin hunting for the source of this matter." Speaking as she was, she looked from Regina to Sir Hepburnberg and then Sir Erran.

It was a simple matter really, as their force only multiplied when together, and a lone intruder now matter how powerful would likely just be overcome by sheer numbers. No less careful to remove any notion of it, the aged huntress did hold legitimate concern for the burly man - not because she thought he would get himself killed if the assassin was present, quite the contrary, but because he was the only other true mercenary here. Someone else with enough wiles and experience in the bloody trade to have the senses needed to avoid pitfalls and dangers that others would ignore...

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