[centre][b]Couer Grain Warehouse[/centre][/b] Daedhel let out a quiet, thoughtful hum as Onatha replied to her question. Her eyes darted to the hand that Lucius placed on her arm - obviously for comfort. Dae didn't not particularly like Onatha, but that was pretty normal for her when meeting new people. However she was realising that it would possibly be beneficial to be more... civil towards the other young woman. After all for now being in the company of the Prince may be beneficial and it seemed that would mean putting up with Onatha as well. "Daedhel," she replied to Onatha with a slight nod, ceasing her suspicious glares. Folding her arms one of Dae's eyebrows arched delicately. "I think it goes without saying that you are pleased to see me, Lucius." There was the slightest of smirks at that comment. She certainly found it easy enough to switch from threatening to more calm and collected, almost teasing, though one hand remained rested on a knife. "Yes, I'm afraid I'm just attractive in that way." She flashed him a slight smile. "You do have appear to come out of it worse." She was quite glad her wounds had not been worse. Of course her shoulder was sore where she had been hit and there was some limited movement there, and the others were painful. She had came out alive, though. That was the important thing. "Oui, c'est des conneries," she repeated softly, though there was a flash to her icy eyes. "You could not seriously expect more from the Lord Sovereign. He may be Valanian but he values our people no more than the... [i]Sarifen scum[/i]," she spat the word out, a look of displeasure crossing her features once again, "do. But he will pay for this, just as all the Sarifens will." There was definitely a dangerous look back on her face, with the smirk across her lips increasing. Oh, it would be quite delightful if the Lord Sovereign's death did come at her hand. Of course she knew of the security of Palais de Voltas; more specifically of how thorough it was. One day she would find a way around that and in. There were many things she could do... "I saw it in passing, yes," Dae replied. It seemed it was this most unfortunate event that had allowed her escape and hindered the gangers and St Melitas shield maidens. "There was not much time to take in the details in my... hurry, but I certainly caught sight of some of the slaughter. They have no honour, that much is quite obvious, and there is no one to defend the commoner's. Voltas has certainly fallen far and fast in the past few years. There are the Sarifen conscripts who butcher our people, the ganger's the rule the streets... some even funded by the Lord Sovereign himself." Her run in with them the night before had only further highlighted the problem to her. She clenched and unclenched her hand as she spoke. All this talk was only giving her an urge to kill... to assassinate some of the people who were causing this. It was primarily driven by her hatred for those from Sarife and what had been done to her country, and the hatred for the Lord Sovereign that had quickly developed in her time after returning to the city. "I ask you again, Lucius, though this time more seriously... What are you doing in Voltas? Surely you must have some plan." And if so, she certainly wanted to be a part of it. --- [centre][b]Somewhere In Voltas[/b][/centre] It was certainly a relief to reach the great city of Voltas after riding hard all night. Of course, it was soon discovered the city was not was no nice place to be. Ashradar struggled to keep an emotionless mask upon his face as they entered the streets. Death surrounded them on all sides and those that still lived were not far from being in this state. The sight of it made him feel sick in the stomach and brought forth disgust in his mind. He could do nothing but watch in horror in horror as a group reached up for a fish only to have the boy on the top, nothing more than a child, fall and break his neck. Though he had seen a lot in his years in the service of Ghazi Korkud he had certainly not seen anything like this. A part of him wished he could help even when he knew he couldn't. Ash swiftly dismounted to lead his horse through, following Korkud's instructions swiftly and listening silently to the negotiations with the innkeeper. Of course soon enough the innkeeper gave in to the request. Ash began to remove the equipment from the horses even before Korkud spoke to them, anticipating what would be asked of them. "Of course, Ghazi." He dipped his head and hurried to finish. With everything sorted he headed up the ladder into what seemed to be some form communal room where food and drink was served. Quite hungry after the riding Ash got a small meal, something to fill his stomach enough so he no longer felt hungry. There was a certain tension about him. Though they had not been here for long he was already developing a dislike for Voltas. Why were there people starving in the streets? There seemed to be no enforcement of law in this part of time. Surely the Lord Sovereign must know something of this. Why did he do nothing? Ash could not understand. He guessed there were certain things he wouldn't understand. Suddenly not feeling up to eating Ashradar stood once again. He glanced around before heading back over to the ladder and slipping down to the lower level. One hand rested on his sword he proceeded to walk around the perimeter of the inn to inspect exact details of the location. He then went on to go on a larger loop. As much as he disliked what he saw on the streets, the children fighting for food, the carcasses that lay about, he knew he had to do something to keep his mind off it. Walking around to both check out the area surrounding the inn and see if anything was coming their direction helped with this. He was physically exhausted, yes, but he would hold out on sleep. He was quite sure the instance he entered the room it would wake Korkud and that was not something he wanted to do. Instead he busied himself with the self imposed task. Better something like this than to stay idol. Of course, he was remained close to the inn so he could easily get back to it if needed. Who knew, that was always a possibility.