[center][i]Carnival of Chaos[/i][/center]

The continuum of premonitions, those bad omens, did not lend towards a pleasant travel for the target town; Aneura could see well in the eyes of Hanus Wolfblood that little could distract his mind from the letter. That, or he was originally an individual with nothing to say. In either case, she greatly appreciated the relative silence accompanying the group, able to collect her thoughts on the mission given her.

How she had been so quickly allowed a hand in the workings of the Queen's Blades, despite arriving so recently. She wasn't one to trust in her own skills so willingly, but the event had solidified an esteem in her she lacked before. Surely this mission's results could secure her an even greater confidence, in both herself and in others. The people of Renalta were warm and open, but she couldn't yet shake the feeling that her condition still elicited poorer judgement in many.

Spear and shield were in hand long before the town of Arian was even seen, wariness brought about by the appearance of a mutilated victim of crows. Aneura kept her eyes trained on the environment with the nervousness of a rabbit in an open field. The crows' cawing was like an eagle screeching into her furry ears, then, and presented themselves as the most obviously peculiar feature of the town. Aneura stood before the brothers and Hanus, thinking to herself for a brief moment before turning to them and presenting her opinion.

"I'm sure you're all capable of noticing the ominous nature of this town, and I dare not proceed further without gaining a better understanding of it," she pointed with her shielded arm towards a small home at their right, but one of the many establishments in the village, though the closest to its border. "I say we inquire the owners of that building before walking further into the streets, and risk finding ourselves caught amidst something unpleasant," she explained.

The two brothers nodded in agreement and followed suit, trailing just behind Aneura as she walked up the short steps to the building's wooden entrance and rapped upon its surface three times in slow but hard succession. She awaited for someone to hopefully arrive before her, doors open and inhabitant lively; such would at least dispel some of her fears of what had befallen this town. By the crows alone, she thought it to be some horrid and widespread usage of dark magic. If there a villager to answer her questions -happily at that- things would be clearer and less... in the darkness, so to speak.