[centre][b]Rheinfeld - Scheideweg; Draza, a post to catch up by[/b]
[i]Small and deft; sneaky but pure and innocent in demeanour

Also, soothing aura![/i][/centre]
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[b]"Apple. As in, a regular, run of the mill, bright red cherry apple. Like in the orchards back at my family estate. I don't suppose you could... Somehow... Bring one of those here?"[/b]

Draza would have to remember that. Given this barn business, she hoped that Davian would be alright, for more reasons than just making him pastries with apples. However, given circumstances, she would have to table that thought for now, and instead she stayed upon her horse and listened to the two converse, rather civilly all things considered.

“Ensure she remains safe?” Draza muttered to herself. It’s not quite like she had much defencive or otherwise capabilities that could come into use for protecting someone. She was tiny, weak, and nonthreatening. Best she could do is try to talk them out of hurting Alida, and that wasn’t going to be easy or fun, especially if they attack before she knows who the threat is--

Oh. Tiefling, eh?

A combination of messages from telepathy and from Zin’s mouth alerted her to the type of threat to be anticipating. But it wasn’t from the barn, wherein lay another threat entirely. The unknown one. Wonderful.

But, alas, it was a threat that even if made manifest, was not one that Draza could likely take in a… well anything. She could be there, but she was told not to, and the meeting would be needing her far more than the barn. Making the only decision that seemed reasonable for her to do so, she quickly tied up her steed at an impromptu stable and hitching post, and made her way into the meeting tent where her talents would be of the most use.