[color=pink]"Good gods..."[/color] Kyra was half tempted to put an arrow through both these clown's faces. She was grateful for Parum's words, but evidentially that wouldn't be enough for them. Was it so hard for these fools to understand they still had permission to leave? Then again, this sort of obstructive red tape is exactly why Kyra never joined the militia. These people try too hard to be professional when the time to act is more important than following a hierarchy. [color=pink]"Parum, Orchid, follow me. We're going to find that thick headed dwarf or that fool of a governor and get their 'permission' so these chuckleheads will get out of our way."[/color] Kyra said angrily. She turned around and looked for either Escobert or the governor. Escobert would be the easiest to fine, or so Kyra figured. She just needed to ask the guards or see where the most militia men were leaving from.

[color=pink]"Damn foreign guard, can't even take a piss without going through so many damn orders. They'll fall on spears if no one tells them to watch their step..."[/color] Kyra grumbled underneath her breath. She clenched her bow in one hand, and gripped her holy symbol in the other. She was both praying to Chauntea to calm her nerves and wish a disproportional amount of harm on those guards in the basement. Kyra cared very little if they were only doing their jobs; the moment where their jobs interfere with her job is when demons are at work. She gripped her holy symbol so hard that her fingers were starting to bleed, the thorns on her rosary digging into her skin. Eventually Kyra would find what she assumed to be the command center, and ideally where Escobert was. She let herself in.

[color=pink]"Escobert! I need your permission to leave the keep. There are still villagers out there and we need to capture and interrogate one of the raiders. Those clowns you call guards won't let us pass unless we have some symbol of your approval."[/color]