Illinfer saw the man befire she heard him, standing next to Rhoynar. Then they came towards them. Her own ringing laughter mingled with the dark tones of the mens and she thought it fit right in there. Finally catching her breath she watched as the brothers greeted each other before she was offered a hand by Rhoynar. Was he smiling? She took his hand, pulling herself up from the dust. She patted at her leather trousers to get rid of the sand. “I hope to learn how to fight against and with a curved blade some day.” She turned towards the man she hadn't met yet and who seemed to be the knights father. Ilinfer inclined her head in a small bow, resting her right fist against her chest. “Illinfer Blacksmith, sire, warrior of the fire-guild, at your service.” 

As she lifted her head her dark hair pooled around her shoulders. The bruise on her neck was mostly covered by the dark strands, although it was still visible to any attentive person. The wound at her lip was deep red as it had started to heal. Her cheeks were slightly blushed and now that she wasn't wearing her cape the soft curves of her body were suggested by the blouse and vest she was wearing. She's Hong her sword her eyes wandered to Rhoynar. “Could I have a word with you in private?” Her voice was kind yet her eyes and expression let the knight know it has business she wanted to talk about.

They left the talking brothers behind and went deeper into the garden to halt in a pavilion made from alabaster stone and overgrown with roses that were in full bloom. Ilinfer went to stand near the cool wall. Now that she had cooled off somewhat the colour faded from her cheeks, letting them return to the pale shade of the northern folk. She hadn't been out and about these past months. Her teint surely looked a little ghostly. With a smile she focused on Rhoynar. “I talked to the guild. They offer assistance and protection.” She raised a hand so if he wanted to interrupt her he wouldn't have the chance to do so. “They have no idea who I was talking about. I merely let them know that a family needed protection. Now, because I would vouch for you and your kin then would go down on the price and wouldn't have to meet you in person. My word is enough for them to start patrolling the city and scouting ways to get them out of here if need be. These people are very capable. They've done this a few times before. If you want to who you're dealing with I can set up a meeting.” With that she lowered her hand again. This was all she could offer him. Now it was at him to take or leave it. His family was his responsibility after all, not hers. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at him, waiting for an answer. 

Ilinfer felt awake after the swordplay with the knights uncle but she knew too well that the short night would take it's toll sometime throughout the day. Hopefully she'd get a little sleep on the their passage over the great waters. She'd never been aboard a boat before but somehow she imagined it would be soothing. Her hand went to her throat to touch the dark bruise indicating she had been throttled. Under her fingers the skin felt as soft as ever. As she carefully applied pressure with her fingertips it stung. That man had had quite a grip on her!