Faira was scanning the rooftops, her sword still sheathed but unbelted and held in her hands, when the sound of the cavalry force arriving drifted through the gate. She put her hand on the hilt, ready for a fight, but relaxed when the gate began to open. Though happy the force had arrived, Faira felt a little put off that her ride here seemed to have been wasted. Zatana could have managed fine on her own, granted they would feel quite differently if something [i]had[/i] happened on the way. 

She approached the prince and his warlock right hand, [color=c4df9b]"M'lord, Zatana should be back momentarily with the beggar's report." [/color]Just then, she caught sight of Acrius' "predicament," and approached the girl who had latched onto him. 

[color=c4df9b]"I'm going to need my comrade back,"[/color] she said in a low, flat voice.