[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] The Palace Lawn ---> The Long Walk [/center][hr]

Cuyler watched the floating Myrus drop and then be picked back up again by [b]Magyk[/b] before he even hit the ground. The party began to make their way inside and Cuyler looked to Thia, who remained watching Myrus. 
[color=pink]”Go back to the Hefring Thia, you’ll be warm there,”[/color] he instructed her. There were stables located behind the Hefring where she could lie amongst the animals in the hay. When night fell he wouldn’t worry so much about her as she often did her own thing in her wolf form. Cuyler walked away but Thia lingered until her companion disappeared inside and then she took off. 
Cuyler hurried to catch up with the group and he walked along behind Arya who was now speaking to the physician. He heard her stutter and shiver as she spoke. Now that they were inside, Cuyler was a bit warmer so he removed the top most layer of furs and secured them around Ayra’s shoulders. She most likely needed to change out of the clothes and sit by the fire awhile to help her warm up fully but Cuyler hoped that this would do the trick for now. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Outside the Port Witch Coven ---> The Barge [/center][hr]

Finally the man laying on top of her got to his feet but he picked Amarantha up along with him. With her still frozen from his earlier spell, she could not feel the broken bones shift as he picked her up but she could see when they started to walk and could hear clearly the new spell he began to recite as he walked. Amarantha watched him curiously as he spoke. Odd fellow this one was. She knew he would torture her, play with her until his heart's content and then some, so why make sure she was kept warm and safe? If the roles were reversed Amarantha would simply hogtie him and knock him out to keep him from saying anything. Before Amarantha could voice her opinion on the man, a giant club came down onto his head. He stopped speaking and Amarantha could feel the tingling sensation lift from her body as the spell he used to freeze her was lifted as well. Rhys dropped her from the impact and she hit the frozen ground, hard. She yelped but didn’t lay there for long and she crawled, using her good arm to pull herself to Boy 512. A pair of shots rang out behind her but she didn’t check to see if they made their mark. She slapped the poor boy across his face and he jolted awake but didn’t do much else as the spell was still working its way out of his system. 
[color=#006400]”Up, get up,”[/color] Amarantha said, poking and prodding him. Still Boy 512 did not have much motivation to move. The woman looked up to watch the rest of the party leave, the crazy pirate leading the way while the stranger from the room upstairs carried Luna off. Clearly she was headed to the Castle as well but Amarantha didn’t trust her. She needed to get on that barge, she needed to deliver Princess Luna herself. 
Looking around Amarantha spotted the knife she dropped earlier and seized it in her good hand. She pressed the blade to the Boy’s throat, drawing a small amount of blood. 
[color=#006400]”Get up and I’ll reconsider letting you keep limbs.”[/color] Painfully slow, Boy 512 managed to get to his feet. It took him a moment to become stable but once he was he faithfully picked up Amarantha, hoisting her onto her good leg. She tucked her bad arm into her side so Boy 512 could help her move. He was a tiny thing and wouldn’t be able to carry her but he managed to help her limp along. With the cold snapping away at them, Amarantha’s broken limbs and the spell still working out of Boy 512, it took them a good long time to make it to the barge. Amarantha looked up as two men came running past them. She spotted the pirate, the one who gratefully shot the Wizard, commandeer the barge. She urged the boy beside her to move faster. It was awkward and too slow in Amarantha’s mind but they eventually made it to the barge before it left the Port.