Nkosi remained quiet for the remainder of the conversation. All of his questions were answered all he had left to do was observe the others. That included the new arrivals who seemed to be just as blunt as he was. Something about banishing undead and speaking with an undertone of dread or darkness of some sort. He couldn't quite make out why he felt this way, but he seemed like he would be able to handle himself. Then the other lady came in. this one seemed a bit more proper and stubborn, she did seem to know what she wanted and needed. Indecision didn't seem to be a problem for her. At least she seemed well-trained, but he couldn't help but wonder how well all these people would fare in his forests.

The group seemed to begin to pick up their things and move out of the building just after the immortal told them she would be joining them. This wasn't what he planned for, but he supposed he could deal with it. Escorting a small company through the forests would have been trouble enough but now with the immortal was coming along as well? It will definitely be interesting taking such a highly revered individual with them. Something that could both work against and with them.

The short walk through the city streets to the castle was enjoyable? Maybe not the best term to use. The cobblestone streets and lack of vegetation annoyed the ranger. They were greeted at the gates by more than a few guards who promptly bowed and let them in. the immortals power here was not something to be messed with. Finally, meeting someone flanked by armored guards who seemed to be a bit more disciplined and better geared than the others. Obviously this man was important due to his status with the others and how the immortal spoke to him. A king, a strange ruler for a strange kingdom.

A servant came up to him while he was looking around and not really paying much attention to the area. The servant spoke, [b]“Do you request additional gear like the others' sir?”[/b] Nkosi barely realized he had fallen a bit behind the others while they spoke about equipment. [color=f26522]“Here”[/color] he gave the servant a piece of paper with a list of items. These items were simple, a long bow with a quiver of arrows, a few small metal plates with dimensions and holes in the sides, so he could put them on his light armor. A sharpening stone for his two swords was also asked for as well as several knives and blades he could hide among his person. Other than metal there wasn't much he couldn't find somewhere else, this city offered little to him.

It wasn't long before his requested items returned to the satchel of the servant. [color=f26522]“Thank you miss.”[/color] he gave her a nod as the red-headed servant walked away to join the others. Nkosi was quick to place the metal plates and the smaller items in his bag as well as the additional rations. He took his time placing the small knives and blades around his person. In his experience losing weapons that get stuck in tough hides or caught in bone happen a lot. When they were camped out somewhere he would be sure to upgrade his leather and bone armor as well as take care of his swords.

Before long he was ready to go and continue their journey. This city made him uneasy with its crowds and lack of vegetation. It wasn't like home, everything's green and you can walk for days without seeing another person at times. However, something seemed strange, his instincts jumped, and he reflexively gripped the hilt of the smaller of his two swords. The ranger kept his head on a swivel and looked over the seemingly calm area. He felt the electricity in the air. Something was coming. The king’s sudden death throes caught him off guard, it would seem that an assassin slipped past them while they were getting their things ready.

The description that winter gave at what was happening to the man was strange. She then ordered them to chase after the possible assassin. The situation soon turned worse, the electricity in the air soon cultivated into pure chaos. It seemed everyone could use magic all at the same time. The earth shook, lights flashed through the city, balls of fire shot through the air, and all hell seemed to break loose as everyone seemed to go a bit mad with power.

His companions didn't hesitate to run after the villain while the immortal did what she could for the fallen king. Nkosi however did not move, while admittedly being stunned for a moment by the sights of the city and what this magic was doing. He would not move, to him it wasn't his job. He was here to protect the immortal and escort her through his forest to the village. The ranger wasn't her lackey he was here to protect her, and so he would. As the others rushed out into the chaos, he stayed behind.

Most of the guards seemed to falter and join into the chaos while the more composed and dedicated stuck to the walls and protected the keep as best they could. They too tried to use magic as well. This feeling that was welling up inside him was unlike anything he has ever felt before. Almost like a perpetual adrenaline rush he could feel this energy pulsing through him. It seemed like he could feel so much more than he could before. Almost like something was blocking his senses to the rest of the world had been removed. This sensation was almost euphoric.

However, Nkosi was taken back from his feelings when a burst of fire was carelessly tossed toward him and miss winters from behind the wall. It was a small ball of fire, but he wasn't sure he could get the immortal out of the way quick enough to keep her safe. After all, he wasn't sure how many hits she could take in the long run. Reflexively acting almost on instincts that he had never felt before. The ranger tried to pull something anything up to protect them. The ground in front of him grumbled and groaned for a moment. All he wanted was a wall or barrier and suddenly a small thin piece of earth shot up from in front of him.

The small crumbling structure intercepted the ball of fire. With that it shuddered then exploded towards Nkosi. Fire and earth flew at him, the ranger getting out of the way of most of it by dropping to the ground. The rest singed him and his clothes, but he was otherwise unhurt. He wanted to investigate this further, but he knew it wasn't the time to get lost in his thoughts. [color=f26522]“Winters! We need to go. this city isn't safe anymore.”[/color] he turned toward her for only a moment to make sure she was okay before turning his attention back to the chaos at hand.