[color=MediumVioletRed][center][h1]Dullin[/h1][/center][/color]
A hush of hardly contained panic escaped Dullin's ruby lips as she mulled over the guard's proposition. Slowly her concern gave away to frustration, and slowly into the unbridled dread of understanding there was almost nothing she could do to save this woman. Even in stealing the woman away, she'd be only causing more issues.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"You don't exactly give me much of a chance here"[/color] She finally admitted through a nervous chuckle. Dullin's eyes occasionally glimpsed over at the silent woman still clinging to a warm mug.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"Very well, I'll see about gathering my party, though I doubt we will be fast enough"[/color] She admitted truthfully with a face stairing down to the ground in defeat. Damned Auril was a blight on this world, why did a god so powerful treat those so insignificant to her so harshly? It was a cruel as the biting snow she manifested.

Dullin made her way to Kythor first, seeing him talking to someone, likely a boatman. Abruptly she butted in, looking to the tall, muscular tiefling with glassy eyes.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"I know it's risky, but could we set out soon? There are a new set of stakes in the mission"[/color] Dullin interjected, pointing to the woman and the guard.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"If the issue is payment, I'll gladly cover the charges. If it means we can get back in a few hours"[/color] She proclaimed.