[center][h1][color=gold] Cymbeline Lockhart [/color][/h1][/center]

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Cymbeline continued her rush to get to the town, after having gotten the captain's message from the golden-haired healer of the group. Perhaps they were needed for formality's sake, though the chances of something going awry in the town were perhaps existent as well to be fair. Or perhaps there was something wrong there, and they needed their forces to handle it? Mmm, or perhaps another thing altogether. Whatever the case, the mage let the thoughts race for a moment before focusing to try to cool her head. The sigil was still active, and by the time the healer got to the others the half-Nem mage was at the town gates. Giving a nod to the guards and such, she dashed inside, just as the sigil ran out of power and a surge of exhaustion hit her body like a great hammer. 

Leaning on her knees for a moment, the mage took a few deep breaths, the burn of post-battle fatigue coursing through her veins. It some not incapacitating, but the sigil's effects meant that she needed a moment. A moment to breathe, at least. She looked up, however, at the bit ahead of her, a throng of individuals there as if watching some spectacle before the lord's hall. She then stood back up straight, stretching her arms for a moment, before continuing on to where the rest of the knights would be. She began to push through the throng of Tyaethe's onlookers, albeit a bit of a frustrated frown was on her face. For someone so short, it was hard to get through. Harder so to be mistaken for an even smaller child on occasion.

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[center][h1][color=crimson] Elissa Lockhart [/color][/h1][/center]

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As Elissa looked behind them, having stood around with some of the others waiting and waiting for the wayward mages to arrive, eventually seeing her sister pushing through into where they were standing. Looking her twin in the eyes, Elissa gave a light head gesture towards where they were, as if to encourage her on and tell her to "hurry up". Though whilst this gained a small, exasperated roll of the eyes back at her in turn, it seemed effective as her sister walked up to her somewhat out of breath. Probably using sigils again to run the whole way here without hitching a ride, like an idiot in Elissas's eyes. But all the same, it was progress, and the sword-wielding half-Nem could see other movement as well. Perhaps the others getting here too? 

[color=gold]"Sis, what's going on?"[/color] Cymbeline asked, Elissa not batting an eye as her sister spoke after doing a quick look-around to see if anything was obviously wrong. 

[color=crimson]"The Lord of Brennan can't seem to perceive weapons, it seems, much less the danger his own realm was in. Not even his own sword that sits beside his throne. We hoped that a mage would arrive her sooner or later, but you lot seemed to run off where the attack on the Captain came from. I would think there is a reason?"[/color] Elissa said, her tone not holding back and her words as blunt as they could be at times. All the same, she kept her tone down, where only but her sister and some of the surrounding knights could hear at most.

[color=gold]"By Mayon, an enchantment on his mind perhaps?"[/color] Cymbeline said in response to Elissa's's more blunt words, contrasting her sister's tone with a sort of curiosity and light worry hinted in her own tone of voice, though after a second she shook her head to clear her thoughts for a moment and answer the other question her twin had asked, [color=gold]"To give the short version, there was a sigil on one of the trees, and the faeries in the forest might have a clue as to where the culprit who attacked the captain is."[/color]

It wasn't much to say, but Ceymbeline or one of the other mages would end up reporting in full to the Captain. Elissa had no doubt of that. Speaking of which, as Elissa watched on, her sister seemed to realize that and jot off toward the Captain directly without another word. 

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