[center][h1][color=pink]Yinha Karathros[/color][/h1][/center]

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Thank goodness for Kaze and his strength. And somewhat being in an odd group that all didn't want to die at least. That much the High Elf felt for certain as the Lizardman and Paladin and oddly-dressed girl seemingly took care of the scout in good time. Albeit, it also was not a solution to their situation of being surrounded by Imperials who it wasn't hard to think had a death wish for them. All of them. Probably. Or worse, if she wanted to think about certain stories she'd heard in the past. 

Ugh. 

Yet even more odd were seemingly the action of Miss Serafaye, between a seemingly weak attempt to 'cast magic' and then...melting a sword in her hands and its reforming again?! It was an event so strange, even for a mage who'd seen some very strange and mentally-scarring things in her lifetime so far. But this, this person, she was getting more and more eyebrow-raising by the second. What in the name of the High Lords of Alimar was she, and why was she even here in the first place?

More importantly to the current situation, however, the way the scout came through didn't seem to be an option now. Yes. She had to focus on this task at hand and [i]not[/i] die or get taken as a slave or something. 

[color=pink]"Less time talking, more running please!"[/color] the Angelic Mage said as she hastily ran over, grabbed Serafaye's hand, and pulled her as quickly as possible towards a nearby alley...at least in the hopes it was a better escape route than the main road, [color=pink]"This way!"[/color] 

She really hoped it was better than the main road. Really [b]really[/b] hoped it would be better than the main road. [s]She also hoped that the horned girl's hand would not suddenly now melt her flesh or something through it. That would be...rather inconvenient really.[/s]