[center][h1][b][color=c4df9b]Tayla[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

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Tayla gave Karina a flat stare. Did the woman seriously expect Tayla to have paid attention where Sil had gone when she had been busy defending herself?

[b][color=c4df9b]”That way.”[/color][/b] She thumbed annoyedly towards the only hallway leading in and out of the guest wing.

[b][color=c4df9b]”Honestly though, you aren’t actually planning to go after him are you? How much do you want to bet he had been drowning himself in ale prior to the attack despite what he promised. The fool man is probably dead.”[/color][/b] She spat.

[color=springgreen]“Actually-”[/color] Started a new voice with a strange accent. [color=springgreen]“-it seems your friend is still alive surprisingly.”[/color] Tayla spun, blades raised, and found one of the servants warming her hands by the fireplace at the center of the guest room. 

This servant… She knew this servant. She had been one of the two women who had greeted them when they entered the manor. The same servant that had been staring at them during dinner.

[color=springgreen]“Good thing too, might I add, considering that you all are pactmakers after all.”[/color] Rubbing her hands as if to warm them, before she turned and looked at the group with a friendly yet knowing smile.

Tayla took a step back, and nervously glanced at Karina. 

She had not told the woman about her visit from the Being. About the pact she had deliberately made in part to spurn her. 

She quickly glanced back at the newcomer. Time to deflect. [b][color=c4df9b]”What are you-”[/color][/b] 

The woman raised her hand, not letting Tayla finish. [color=springgreen]“Save it, please. I see you for what you are. And that left me with one of two options. Either I kill all of you before they do, while shattering the pact in the process.”[/color]

Tayla’s hand tightened around her blades. She looked to Karina to see if the woman would have her back. 

[color=springgreen]“Or,-”[/color] The stranger continued, [color=springgreen]“-I throw my resources towards helping you leave this place alive. Blowing my cover to the Hekkru-Natjier in the process.”[/color]

That part caught Tayla off guard. She looked at the woman inquisitively.

[color=springgreen]“Fortunately, for you, I chose the latter.”[/color] The woman held out her hand and her appearance began to fuzz. Moisture seeped out from the palm of her hand coalesced into what appeared to be a strange crystal. 

In that moment, her visage changes. Her skin hue became an orange-tan. Her hair, silvery.

[color=springgreen]“Come.”[/color] She said. [color=springgreen]“We must free you of the bracelets you wear. They are what is interfering with your magic. My followers have distracted the majority of the ambushers, but the one who holds the Cultware comes to finish what they started. And with him, so too will come the monsters. Best we run before they cut off our escape.”[/color]

She didn’t wait for questions that were sure to come. Instead, she left the guest wing, expecting to field the questions as the Pactmakers followed.