[center][b]Laenaia, Town Square[/b][/center]

The walk to the town of Arian was oppressively quiet for Laenaia, the only constant part of their weird collective of group was the fake whining of the vampiric Liverian noble and the sprite's flitting around. There were small talks here and there, but it was probably because of the opposing nature that some of them seems to have or maybe the Drows, specifically the shackled one trailing with them. Untrustworthy bunch, the lot of them. Laenaia scoffed at the Drows under her cloak before turning her glance to the mechanical dragon in their ranks. The machine was both fearsome and fascinating at the same time. She was curious how it worked but was interrupted when someone ran up to them.

That someone turned out to be the Spymaster for the queen of the country the Blades sworn to and she was there with their first task. Apparently someone had planted bombs in the town and they're to find and dismantle them. Dean suggested that the Blades split off into smaller teams, a good idea if they were not practically strangers. Yet the situation meant they have to and as the Blades wandered off to their own destination, Laenaia lingered for a moment before following the group with the most amount of heavily cloaked and clothed people.

She caught up with the group and found the first cloaked female trying to calm down a guard and the other suddenly, and quite literally, flaring up and shouted a challenge. Laenaia blinked as she stared at the loud zealot with her blue eyes before feeling a familiar brush of a mage's presence that was not coming from the Blades. She muttered an understanding before walking past the woman and towards the one trying to calm down the guards. If the panicking guard were the mysterious mage's fault, then she should be able to help here, shouldn't she?

"Sir, would you please [i]calm down[/i] and at least try to tell us what happened here?" Laenaia said, pouring an amount of magic to calm the guard and made him coherent. "It might help us."