Ambra’s eyes widened when her “shield” failed. Great. Now she had to resort to running away. Just a bit longer, and then she could leave with the rest of the Shepherds. The russet haired woman shook her head, clutching tighter at her satchel. The grin was gone from her face and her eyes was set on his angry expression. [b]”No.”[/b] she told him sternly, clutching the bag close to her chest. This man… no… this [i]boy[/i] was as stupid as a cow! He rushed head first into things without realizing the consequences. [b]”Think for a moment,”[/b] she stepped around him smoothly, her eyes remaining on his face. [b]”If you go out there by yourself in your condition, you’ll die!”[/b] She yelped as she rushed away from him, running up the stairs to the second floor. Once, she tripped and almost fell all of the way down, but she caught herself before she was the living example of “take one step forward, two steps back”. If Zaino caught her, she was done for. Thank Naga for her agility. She bounded up the rest of the stairs and sprinted down the hallway. Slipping into a random room without checking if it was occupied, she pulled the shirt from her bag and looked over it. At least it was nicely patched up and the needlework was good. He [i]had[/i] to forgive her when he saw what she did with his shirt. --- Well, this was fun. Logan was either the type of person who wanted a woman in his lap or he actually liked her presence. Maybe both? The mage waved over the innkeep and he came with two extra flagons of ale. Ah… so he was going to drink more as well? This will be fun. He looked like a good man… er… sort of. His appearance was a bit unnerving, as his eyes were black as pitch and stared her down as if she were a morsel of food. He lifted her up as he rose, and leaned in close to her hear. He murmured something that might have frightened others, but… Lumara was thrilled. She wondered what he would do, if they actually fell in bed together. [b]”So, you seem to be Grimleal, Logan. I’m Lumara. You might wanna know that if we meet later on.”[/b] she took the flagon and swallowed a mouthful of ale. [b]”Tell me, Logan. You say that you’ve never had a woman before. Mn, I kinda like it. I haven’t had someone who was pure before.”[/b] she grinned mischievously. [b]”Maybe we can go for a quick round right now. It’ll be over and done with in an instant and I can see if I want to play with you later on.”[/b] “Uhm, no.” the bald mage staggered up to the duo and frowned. “Listen, we have to get going. The Exalt should be only a day behind us.” Lumara narrowed her eyes at him as he finally sat down to eat his meal. Well, she supposed she could wait a little bit longer. [b]”Wanna come with me to see Caius?”[/b] she asked, getting up and grinning down at him. Her eyes flashed with mischief and her grin betrayed her true intention with him. Maybe she could sneak off with him after they camped. Or maybe she could give him a few pokes when she passed by him. That was the way she thought love worked, after all. What was love? Just some stupid, mythical emotion. All men wanted was a woman in bed with them, and that was what she was giving them. Yet, why did everything go bad for her..? --- [i]Ugh… what…[/i] Darrian woke up to a splitting headache, fueled by the rays of sunshine that slipped through the window frames. His whole body ached horribly. All he could tell was that he was laying on a bed, and a small form curled up next to him much like some cat. The woman’s arm wrapped around his chest, and he caught sight her as he glanced to the side. She was pretty—she had ebony hair and a very triangular face, and her brows were thin yet relaxed over her closed eyes. Darrian watched her for a moment before shrugging off her arm and sitting up in bed. Just as he expected, he was stark naked, which he quickly fixed by pulling on his trousers and shirt. The Exalt left the lady and the room behind as he walked down the hall and down the stairs. Some of his men were already up, pulling their armor over their shirts and tying their boots. Darrian watched all of them before he walked out of the inn himself, stretching in the hot, morning Plegian sun. Already he felt as if he were sweating, and he was pretty sure that he smelled horrible. Yet, last night was the best night he had in a while. He wondered if Xanxus got any pretty lady to lay with him, along with Lantus. He deserved a lady once in a while, even if he was old and rusty like an aged sword. Women often squeal when they hear that their friend had shared a bed with generals such as them. The black haired man yawned as he walked to the stables, his eyes half lidded as he opened the door to the establishment. The smell of horses and shit reached his nose, which wrinkled in response. [i]They should really clean this more often.[/i] Darrian thought, walking to the end of the stables and locating the horse he had taken from that soldier. He looked it over again and sighed. Morningstar was a much better horse than this mixed breed. Yet, it would have to do. He walked into the stable and began to slip on the saddle, making sure that his prestigious, gray blue saddle blanket was visible for all eyes to see. [i]I guess I have to do things by myself at times.[/i] Darrian thought, narrowing his eyes as he finished fixing the saddle. [i]Sometimes it gets boring when other people do everything for you.[/i]