Naya's got all her belongings and is getting the hell out of this thicket. She came here this morning for burdock for darkness sake, not to be drug into the middle of some kind of royal conflict! The witch is stomping back towards Minora, everyone else blessedly too preoccupied with other things to pay her much mind, when she catches sight of Prince Asher. 

He's not fairing well by the look of him and a human man has him pinned down, the demon’s own sword poised and ready to end the young royal’s life. Naya freezes, torn on what course of action she should take. She’s fairly handy with a blade, but she's a witch, not a warrior, and this man must be seasoned in battle if he was able to take the prince down. She wants to keep walking and let the cards fall where they may, but in the end Naya can’t do it. 

Damn her morals.

“That’s enough, man beast,” Naya murmurs as she slips up behind him, digging her dagger into the small of his back. “Be a dear and drop the sword now, don’t make me use this,” Naya orders, bringing a bottle of an ominous bubbling liquid around front and shaking it to where the man could see it.

It was actually a brew meant to replenish magical energy, but the lithe brunette woman hoped he wouldn't call her bluff. “Hurry, be quick about it!”

[@Lord Zee][@Sarcelle Renard]