[h1][b][center][color=silver]Évelyne Sylvestre[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

Évelyne whirled from her kill and tracked the goblins as they fell to a rapid flurry of scarily accurate arrows. Évelyne resisted the urge so sniff haughtily at the archer's words. His help had been... somewhat helpful after all. Even if it was only because he'd gotten the jump on the goblins, of course Évelyne had also pretty much gotten the jump on them but she chose to ignore that fact at this time. She wiped her saber on the grass to cleanse it of goblin fluids and put it back at her waist. [color=silver]"Your services, though unneeded, were rather handy. We're fine."[/color] That was thanks enough. Évelyne also didn't know that no one else was hurt, but she wasn't which was really the most important thing. She looked up at the winged girl, [color=silver]"How's their prisoner?"[/color] Évelyne asked, hoping they were some sort of rich person that would reward them.