[center][u][h2][color=7ea7d8]Jeanne Christina Roussin[/color][/h2][/u][/center]

Ris watched the exchange between Fae, Dike and Green Eyes with interest. Dike hardly seemed offended by the accusation of “looking suspicious”, it was mostly true after all and her little tête-à-tête wouldn’t have done anything to lower that suspicion. More than offended he seemed a little relieved that Fae appeared to be a good judge of character. He wouldn’t be leaving the group in the hands of an incapable man, that was for sure. Besides, he was used to following orders of people far younger than himself, something that he never had seemed to have a problem with. Green Eyes seemed capable enough, she judged. Besides, it was Fae’s message, if he trusted Green, that was the end of the matter.

As Green Ey- Darius introduced himself, Ris realised she hadn’t even given Fae her name in her rush for answers. She looked at Darius first and turned to Fae halfway her sentence, making eye contact to show him the statement was also meant for his ears. [color=7ea7d8]“I’ve got quite the collection of names I’m afraid, but [i]’Ris’[/i] is more than adequate to describe me.”[/color] She said, a smirk on her lips. [color=fff79a]“[i]Risk[/i] would be far more accurate though.”[/color] Rich mumbled, still loud enough for everyone to hear. Ris’ smirk only widened, and her companions smiled briefly at that. More than one story about their adventures of the past few months were on her lips, but Fae’s reminder of their lack of time let her swallow the words. He was right, the sounds of battle were too close to simply stand there at the edge of town, reminiscing. 

As if to remind them of that fact, a loud noise startled horse and men just as some were mounting and others still saddling their assigned steeds. Luckily the horses were easily calmed, but they remained skittish, eyes pricked up and looking around to locate the source of the noises around them. A lone musketeer on a nearby roof was firing at some villagers who were attempting to escape Middleseed on foot. Fortunately it seemed like he hadn’t spotted the mounted group yet and they quickly split up, no time for proper goodbyes; Darius and Dike riding east, while the rest urged their horses west, following behind Fae. It felt odd to have Romeo’s weight pressing into her back, but Ris just felt relieved that they were about to escape the town.

Just as it seemed that they were leaving the scene unscathed, the soldier noticed them and managed to get a clear shot on Hilde’s horse, which was closest to him. It went down with a loud, shrill noise, throwing Hilde and Levi off. Without losing much speed, Rich turned his horse and picked Hilde off the ground, who landed somewhat ungracefully and held on tightly to him. Fortunately he was a good equestrian; he hadn’t had time to grab a saddle and solely relied on his posture to prevent falling off. 

Meanwhile, Fae had managed to turn around as well and allowed Levi to pick up his pace and run alongside Fae’s horse. With a swift motion he grabbed the boy by the hackles and lifted him up behind him. Ris noticed that Levi was shaking a little as he grabbed hold of Fae’s shoulders. 

The shooter seemed to yell something to nearby companions, but before he had the time to reload the group was already galloping off. To safety.