Logan allowed Tahra to sleep, only waking her when she started to groan in her sleep like she was having a nightmare. He didn’t ask what it was about, he assumed it was about her mother. He had seen people killed in war but he’d never seen a loved one murdered and the Princess had certainly never seen death before that. Death changes you, and he didn’t want anything about the Princess to change. He had hoped to always be able to protect her – he had failed her last night.

[color=CCFC00]“Since, you found us we need to introduce you to the others and decide together what to do.”[/color]

[color=008080]“Princess, I don’t believe that is the best idea. You don’t know these people, how do you know you can trust them?”[/color]

[color=CCFC00]“Instinct. You told me to trust my instincts, Logan.”[/color]

Tahra was headed to the room where the others were when Logan grabbed her arm with his armored hand. The steel of his gauntlet digging tightly into her skin. [color=008080] “All due respect Princess, but your instincts did not save your mother and I will not allow you to fall to the same fate.[/color]

Tahra wrenched herself out of Logan’s grip. [color=CCFC00] “Whether [i]you allow[/i] it or not I will make my own decisions.”[/color]

Once in the other room Tahra explained who Logan was but she referred to him as Sir MacNair and avoided looking in his direction. [color=CCFC00]“If Sir MacNair was able to find us, it won’t be long before my father’s men do. I would like to go to my mother’s home – to the elves of Selden Forest. I believe we could find allies there. That is for those of you who plan on staying and helping me overthrow my father. I heard some of you mention going elsewhere. The choice is yours, come with me to the Seldenese, stay here, do your own thing, or find allies elsewhere. I will not make you do anything, and I will not hold your choice against you.”[/color]