[color=ed1c24]"[i]O-oh[/i], y-yes, that's me, my Lady Widernia's humble servant![/color][color=ed1c24] It's awful! I just got here, and someone's attacking the place![/color] [color=ed1c24]I-I'm not much of a f-fighter, you see, e-even with this horribly cumbersome thing,"[/color]

[b]"Oh yes! Wonder where they came from."[/b] said the second guard, walking closer to Veronica and making a flexing gesture. [b]"sorry for the ruckus, but all is well. Our leader is here. And you sweetheart got reliable lads like us guarding the doors... should come the inevitable."[/b]

He only stopped when his friend, the first and bigger guard, shushed him. Then he too turned to Veronica. 

[b]"Got a lot of explaining eh? Miss Widernia only told us to expect a courier to come to get her things."[/b] The guard looked at her suspiciously and kept his weapon gripped. While his friend walked slowly toward Veronica and leered like a thirsty animal.

There was an awkward silence until he continued with a less tense tone.

[b]"But... as usual She never specified. So I guess you are enrolling for an assistant job too? I see no reason to hold you any longer then. Feel free to lay your weapon on one of those crates. Ain't nothing to be forgiven. The fight will end soon anyway. Hey Pintel! Stop making the lady uncomfortable!"[/b]