Ilinfer watched as Darren left for the road before turning her attention back to her travel companion. Putting her sword back in it‘s sheath she nodded at his words. Yes, it would be best to continue. Who knew what Darren was up to now. Driving her horse to follow the knight she breathed deeply to calm herself. Soon enough she was back in her calm and attentive state of mind. It worried her greatly that her companion was so nervous. And he called himself a knight? Rather a boy with a sword! Bitting her lower lip she looked around, keeping their surroundings under observation. No more surprises tonight! All she wanted was the cool night air to clear her head. The long ride to Astipor was just what she needed. 

At the sound of Rhoynars voice she turned to face him, frowning over his expression. So he was paranoid, too. Great! Nervous, paranoid and a sword in his hand. That was a really good combination of absolutely lethal and foolish! The question surprised her, though. Straightening her shoulders she looked ahead of them as not to face him directly. „He was a friend, a long time ago. Ha has changed . . . I barely recognised him.“ A deep sigh left her injured lip. She would have to do a bit more of explaining to scatter his worries. Ilinfer realised this and still took a while to finally find the right words that left her throat on a pressed tone. „He was my husbands best friend. Back in the day they would be sent out together at the guilds request. A year ago Darren was in charge of slaying an ogre who was terrorising a village close to the mountains. He was the lone survivor and blames himself for the deaths of his comrades. He doesn't realise that he just had plain luck.“ 

Her voice almost broke at this point so she cleared her throat. Talking about this was harder than she had imagined. The shock was still in her bones somewhere. Of course she was a professional, able to put all those disturbing emotions and thoughts aside to focus, but now she wasn‘t focusing on anything in particular. On the contrary - she was telling the story that tore open that fragile scar in her heart, flooding her with emotions she had no control over. Rhoynar would have get to know her past at some point but she wouldn‘T have thought it would be this fast. Why had Darren have to appear? This morning she hadn‘t known that this day would become a so sentimental! If only Ardebit would have sent a little more peace!

 „It‘s a shame what has become of him. He used to be quite lively and very popular with the women! Now he‘s just this hollow person . . .“ The northern woman turned her head to look behind them briefly. She didn‘t really want to talk about everything and she hoped those were enough information to calm him down. Now it was her turn to question Rhoynar. A gentle smile played on her lips as she turned to face him again, a curl of black her clinging to her almost white cheek. „Why were you so nervous back there? We outnumbered him by length! And magic isn‘t that uncommon - we could have handled it easily should he have attacked us.“

The gaze from her steel coloured eyes was a curious but caring one. She meant no harm and she hoped he would notice. They would be travelling together for quite a while. If he usually was this nervous they‘d have to think of something to calm him down or avoid fights completely.