[center][h2]Pagras[/h2][/center]

[center][@PaulHaynek][/center]

Vanessa, despite having put herself to sleep with a spell, had been surprisingly easy to wake up with very little actual fuss. The travel from  that point, through most the morning, had been uneventful and filled with very little actual actually contextual or notewrothy events. Though it seemed Iskah and the foreign monster girl were getting along fairly well, chit-chattig and small-talking to and fro. The dark mage, on the other hand, had adopted a more laid-back, non-invested approach and was apparently absorved in her own little world to pay much attention.

That is, of course, until they reached the new town. Yet another place Vanessa was not familiar with. Just like with other town though, the locals weren't what you would call 'welcoming'. Side-eyes, tense faces, the air of suspiscion and distrust. Yup. This sure was a human town too! Oh well, at least the guardsmen milling about in their pretty formations weren't stopping to harass them or demanding they explain their reason for visiting or some other nonsense. So, in that regard, perhaps it wasn't such a bad place. That didn't neecessarily make it a [i]good[/i] place either though.

Then, a sudden waft of energy suddenly hit the trio of girls, and their cart jerked to a halt. It was like the sensation you got when opening a warm oven inside your kitchen during winter. The unnaturally hot air just rolls out and slaps you right in the face. That was, essentially, what it felt like to Vanessa. A wry smile spread on on her lips and she placed a hand on one cheek, tapping it gently with her index-finger.

[color=lightblue]"...Oh my..."[/color]

She didn't really have time to say anything else though, for in the next blink of the eye, Iskah leapt from the wagon in true action-movie-hero style, doing a sick front-flip with the camera doing one of those cool, horizontal spinning cuts to keep her in focus, and then she was off. Shrtly after that, their merchant-friend also threw herself off the cart... A... Dubious choice to make, considering she was, y'know, a [i]merchant[/i] and had just abandoned her entire wagon of goods in the hands of some stranger she'd just met the night before... Not that Vanessa was the pilfering type, but you would've though someone who makes a living by selling things would be more... Concerned? For their wares.

As she watched the crazed hens run off in search of this incubi knight, the raven-haired bombshell let out a exasperated sigh. Before she could do more though, a voice caled out to her. As she lifted her eyes and turned her head to face the source of the voice,she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. A handsome young man, wielding some kind of polearm, or axe...? Vanessa couldn't really tell, weapons weren't exactly her field of expertise. After all, who needed to know the difference between a long sword nad a rapier when you could just throw fireballs the size of pumpkins at anything that gave you the stink--eye?

It appeared this man was exuding the aforementioned spirit energy though. As in, it was leaking out of him constatnly. He apparently had a desire for Vanessa to move the cart... Wait... How could that lizard-girl and raccoon-fool not tell this guy was [i]right[/i] here? Were their sesnses so overloaded by his musk that they lost all ability to think and sense the presence of magic? The irony that he would've come straight to Iskah, delivering himself on a silver platter, if she'd stayed put for a few more seconds was almost enough to make the dark mage laugh. Luckily, she managed to reel it in. Still, this was a good opportunity, all she neeed to do was stall him out for a bit... Or failing that, she could always take more forceful measures. But for now, she would at least try to not cause a scene.

[color=lightblue]"Hail to you too, good sir. I wish I could respect your request, but this isn't actually [i]my[/i] wagon, it belongs to a very recent acquaitence. I'm not sure she'd appreciate if I just up and started to roll off with her precious luggage, trade goods and, well, everyhting she owns."[/color] Vanessa explain, in an overly long-winded fashion. She'd also chosen to speak more slowly and deliberate, giving herself one of those sleepy air-head kind of vibes. [color=lightblue]"Besides... I... Don't really know to handle a... Um... Well... Horse."[/color] That was a lie, of course, but he didn't know that!