[NPC Post]

[b][color=00a651]"Yvonne, we are not killing innocent people for being in the wrong place and the wrong time."[/color][/b] Well, potentially innocent. There's still the chance of the sentry lying through his teeth, but her duty to uphold the law couldn't allow any further killing until the crime was proven. [b][color=00a651]"We're due for some talking. All of you, stay out of sight and ready. I'll have a chat with this mercenary leader."[/color][/b]

Forcing the poor sentry up by the back of his tunic, Matilda clanked forward with the man in tow with no regard of being stealthy. She didn't look back, trusting her compatriots to remain just enough to be unseen by the little oblivious group playing cards under torchlight by the barn. The source of light would've cost them their darkvision, and they'll have no idea how big of a force she's bringing with her. Hopefully that'll prevent them from trying something colossally stupid.

The noise of her armor caught their attention before she even appeared. The group of... five stood up, hands reaching for weapons as they stared with uncertainty into the darkness. Then she stepped into sight, the motley bunch tensing as she let go of the sentry. The poor man stumbled before looking back for a confused second, then scrambled to rejoin his friends.

[b][color=00a651]"I am Matilda Ironsword, servant of his highness King Fredricus of Kindeance. An important retinue of the king was recently kidnapped and our magicians are certain that he's held in this place. I demand your leader to present him or herself now."[/color][/b]

She crossed her arms, looking as impatient as she actually felt like. Meanwhile, the supposed mercenaries looked at her and each other with incongruity before one finally snapped out of it and went into what looked like a slightly fancier tent than the rest. So far, so good.