[h1][color=598527]Esailia Lelander[/color][/h1]
[@Xandrya][@BlackPanther][@Ashevelendar]
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Esailia tilted her head as she listened, her curiosity overcoming her cautious behavior "Relieved? Yes, though I doubt for reasons you think. When going into a fight, you have only what you bring. If that is an injured arm and a broken sword, you do the best you can. But if what you say is true, my mind runs wild with what could be possible with five just like you and a platoon of soldiers..."

The Guardian was going to continue, save for the sudden repeated word of 'Master' nearby. When she looked the sight of a Gob struck her odd. She herself had never taken in a slave, but it wasn't uncommon back in her village to see them doing various chores. Seeing one at the citadel however was quite strange. She glanced back at Kahleni, motioning her to follow in a polite manner before striding off towards the scene.

"Calm yourself, Landvarian. Mayhap its taken a liking to your appearance." Esailia looked towards the Gob, her voice becoming more stern but not mean "Explain your presence, slave, and why you are addressing this man as your Master."