[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

Ellaryn was thankful she not only packed, but looked after her gear. Her times on the loney road meant she kneew where each piece of equipment was, she sheaved one short and grabbed the wooden shaft of the torch and pulled it from her pack calling over her shoulder,

"[color=bc8dbf]Quick Cal, we're out and after Aelin.[/color]" and then stepped into the corridor, warily eyeing the flames as they licked the floorboards. The innkeeper and his daughter lay there burning, why? then she noticed the slash marks of a bladed weapon upon their flesh and wondered at the lack of blood. Fire the wizard said, Ellaryn thrust the torch into the flames and lit it. She took her remaining blade and sheaved that as well.

Vamyr had another trapped in his room did he, Ellaryn stood to the opposite side of his door, and prepared to strike with her flaming weapon.