[i]"I only have produce..." [/i]

She blinked a few times, upon staring at the mutt inquisitively - Brielle lightly knew as to why he came to the Sanctuary. So she didn't care to futher question him. For the Villagers that hunted/guarded/dealt with newcomers - they were updated frequently on newcomers that were accepted into the village. King Dominick was a righteous man, he was kind and offered a hand of help to those in need - when others turned a blind eye.  Unfortunately, due to Brielle's families circumstance's she disagreed with the King on these matters. Not seeing why they needed any Mutt's around. But because she was someone who guarded & aided the 'people', she saw it as her duty to protect everyone - regardless of species. The years of being a hunter and encountering Mutt's was certainly helping her get over her hatred. But the road to recovery was a very, very long one for her. Through the years - the King interviewed many Mutt's, and had them escorted through town. There has been few that no longer require escorts anymore - but of course there are always newcomers. These interviews merely [@GoodLuckTuck]determined if he saw them as whole-hearted, or truly demonic. So far, the King handn't been wrong about any he allowed to coexist with Sanctuary. Which in turn, was why Brielle tried to not be so hard on those she encountered. She stared at his outfit, not understanding how it came together or even could be taken off. The walk to the gate was silent, she could clearly feel a tension and wasn't exactly opposed to it. "Luciel.." She almost hummed, and nodded with affirmation. 

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"Goooood morning, Brie" [/i] Someone chirped, she gave a nod towards the Guard. He wasn't particularly her favorite - a stereotypical guard that abused the power he was given. "Good morning - Derrick," Brielle expressed a tight-lipped, unenthused smile. She looked to Luciel as he made a comment about her hunt being successful.  She saw how uncomfortable his demeanor became as Derrick got in his, his face was twisted with what Brielle read as fear. 

[i] "I...I need a new trowel"[/i] His voice was so light, she felt it pull on her heartstring as irritation welled up for even feeling bad. Confliction weighed in. She did nothing though, but watch it all unfold. She was giving a test of her own, to see how this Mutt would react back. 

Brielle grimaced though as she saw Derrick's personality in full force, her eyes left the two for a moment and skimmed the area. Noticing it was causing a small commotion from the morning crowd of beggars, rising village dwellers, and shop owners setting up for the day. "Derrick...maybe you should calm down," She said. A few familiar faces making eye contact with her, as the scenario unfolded, she felt her heart start to race. The boy's shrill shriek brought her view back to the two, he was basically pleading for his life now - in that moment she decided he had no ill intentions. Instinctively she drew an arrow from its holder on her back, and quickly armed her bow - pointing it directly at Derricks face. She surprised herself in doing this [i]'Well, I have to follow through now..'[/i]

The arrow quivered for a moment, she wasn't the best with confrontation. "There should never be a day, that one should have point their weapon on their fellow comrade..." She barked loudly, "Pick up your stuff..." Her gaze shifted to Lucile, nodding towards the things Derrick had ever so kindly made a mess of. "We allllll know, Derrick, the King wouldn't approve of this. Regardless if we do, or not..." She gritted her teeth, a little bit of anger welling up for sticking up for a Mutt. But at the same time, she couldn't condone his actions. She lowered her Bow as Derrick reacted. 

"H-He's being escorted, by me. Inside. And will be under [i]my[/i] watch for the day. Touch him, I'll shoot you - we all know I don't miss". She made this threat out to everybody in the immediate area. That was the truth, the same could not be said about her close range fighting though. She walked forward past Derrick into the Sanctuary, turning back and crossing her arms as she locked gazes with Derrick again angrily. "Come on," She ordered to Lucile, her eyes still locked with the stubborn guard. "Goran is gonna be pleased to hear about this...." She stuck her tongue out, spun around on her heel and walked further inside. 

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