Emerald eyes shot wide at the man who instead aimed at the thief who had not threated their lives; in turn he dare hinder her stealthy progression toward that raven haired woman raging with animosity. Honestly she had not seen that coming and was slightly taken aback since she meant no ill will toward him. Within seconds a surprised expression vanished and was replaced by a smug smirk, for he had not fallen for her trick even though he was not the original target—well, that ship had sailed. All her attention now lay with this unpredictable man yielding a staff. A mere thought entered her mind at how this situation had suddenly played out, and she found it interesting. 

[b]“Such a killjoy.”[/b] Red said with a pout before straightening herself upward calmly and readying her hungry short sword for impact. 

She waited casually for his impending strike and planned to parry only to flip away with finesse once everything fell into place. Unfortunately the fun was once again halted as an unfamiliar voice resounded, quavering the fragmented floor, and echoing through collapsed walls. Before metal clashed to become acquaintances Red peered to this shaded figure, and also to the mysterious woman in azure garb clutching an infant. This obscure structure spoke confirming his position to grant wishes, and she felt justified that immediately her life would not be the same afterward—none of theirs would in fact. 

Placing sword back in its holster gradually Red made way toward the outskirts of the group and leaned against a remaining colonnade with arms folded across her chest. This is not what she expected to find when searching for her wish, and she certainly thought her travels would be alone. How would Dormin go about these wishes now that four claimed them, and worse yet what would be the price they paid to witness such miracles? These thoughts were bubbling to the surface now that this—thing stood before them in a spectral state…it was suspicious at best. After the polite man had spoken Red ever so slightly cleared her throat before adding her two cents, he was just too cordial and she was not buying that charade. 

[b]“Sycophant.”[/b] She uttered teasingly under breath but still intentionally loud enough for him to hear. Red then replied to the other warriors question about doubting the simplicity of gaining a wish because she completely agreed. 

[b]“White knight has a point however. What does [i]it[/i] want in return?”[/b]