Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things?

When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. [b]"I am pleased to see you again, sire,"[/b] he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that.

He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone.

So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran.

[b]"Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron,"[/b] he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. [b]"If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?"[/b] [i]And I suppose we must have a plan,[/i] he didn't add.