[center][h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
Klaus crouched against the horse the instant the corner of her eye caught sight of a bright purple explosion. [color=6ecff6]"Tsk..."[/color] She hissed, nothing like an elaborate magical trap has ever crossed her mind, especially from an orc army.

[color=6ecff6]"Thanks,"[/color] Squinting her eyes open, Klaus muttered to the Knight of the shield. She felt that she had severely underestimated her enemy. The faraway sight of the defenders' triumph have added to her frustration on the fact that she had let her guard down, and the rogue mage being still at loose. Recent victories felt more incomplete than ever.

[color=6ecff6]"So many years in the borderlands, and I've never seen goblins working together with intelligent races. Victories like these make food taste bad, Sir."[/color] Klaus snarled whilst trying to be formal at Indrau. She gathered her reins, making a detour along the treeline before returning to Brennan. [i]Just in case...[/i]