[center][color=moccasin][h1]The Scholar[/h1][/color][/center]

Kiralla bristled at Cyrendil’s blatant excuses of murder on top of calling her a power hungry child. Glaring angrily at the elf clenching her teeth as if the dirty rag was still in her mouth. 

[quote][color=gold]”So you murder people for admiring Daedra, do you? You went the wrong way, lad, Morrowind’s [I]East[/I]. Of course, with all your Vigil shite, you’d probably have a hard time making it 50 meters into yer indiscriminate killing spree before you were taken down. Can’t have yer serial killer career cut short, can we Cyrodiil?”[/color] Cedric smirked. [color=gold]“Dunmer sure like their Azura, and this big green bastard probably gets off to carvings of Malacath every night, ain’t that right?”[/color] - [@Dervish] [/quote]

Kiralla chimed in nearly growling at Cyrendil, “[color=moccasin]Y-you are despicable. Righteous call-calls for murder are still [i]murder[/i]. Witch or not you had no pla-place of judgment to kill a w-woman unarmed in her own home.[/color]” She snapped at him. “[color=moccasin]You would do well to shuh-show mages more respect. We-we could very well be wuh-what stands between you and death while we are on the road.[/color]” Kiralla warned. 

[quote][color=crimson]“What does it matter?”[/color] Finch dryly muttered to himself. [color=crimson]”Neither the Daedra [i]or[/i] Divines has our backs at the moment...”[/color] - [@Spoopy Scary][/quote]

Acknowledging the beggar having heard his muttering, “[color=moccasin]Bad luck is-is what I woo-would blame this on.[/color]” Crossing her arms when she let her face relax some after moving on from Cyrendil her green eyes fell on Gaela who joined the group along with the other woman, the imperial warrior Fiona. It brought her some comfort knowing she wouldn't be the sole mage. Even with the whirlwind of stress imprisonment brought her; the shiest part of her heart held the tiniest and most mild appreciation for being in the company of two very lovely looking women. Her stress and logical mind roared over that in reminder that Kiralla knew next to nothing about them both.

Focusing instead on the blood stains on Gaela's robes and on Fiona's hands. She swallowed a guilty lump in her throat. There was no saving the town and as a group they’d be fools not to take full advantage of this opportunity to outsmart the noble families involved. They thought they had the upperhand with blackmail. Not vengeful by nature but Kiralla knew the more time she had to think out a plan the more successful she would be to escape this group with her good name intact. 

“[color=moccasin]My name is Kiralla. We-we need to move on, there re-really isn’t any more time to be wasted here. Camlorn is our-our destination.[/color]” She said decisively pulling away from the gaggle of people her flame Atronach following obediently.