[center][h2][color=00aeef]Roa[/color][/h2]
[i][color=808080]Castle Town, Under The Well[/color][/i][/center]

Roa's worry was replaced with confusion. More bodies lay behind the door, Hylians wearing the colors of the Guard. "[color=00aeef]Why? Why would Guardsman turn on their own?[/color]" Roa shook her head, struggling to keep her frustration in check. "[color=00aeef]How anyone can justify slaying their own aside, how can they turn their backs on the Royal bloodline? Do they not understand that King Rolo is not-[/color]" Roa held her tongue as her training asserted itself. [i][color=00aeef]Better to remain silent than to succumb to frustration.[/color][/i] Shaking her head, a chill ran down her spine as a familiar noise reached her ears.

Roa's voice was barely more than a whisper. "[color=00aeef]Do you hear that?[/color]" Roa stepped to the side, looking through the door and out into the poorly lit room beyond. She spoke softly to the Drifter beside her, even as the noise of movement through water became louder. "[color=00aeef]If we intend to go, we should do so immediately. We are not alone and the door has ensured we will be discovered.[/color]" Roa shot a worried glance to the rest of the group before turning her gaze to the Drifter. "[color=00aeef]I am sorry for doubting you. It is clear that we have all been called upon to protect the bloodline of Hylia.[/color]" She turned back to the doorway. "[color=00aeef]This is our only chance to avoid bloodshed. To run and fight only as necessary.[/color]"