What? Was Logan disappointed in what happened? Lumara arched an eyebrow and huffed. [i]This guy seems to like death. If there’s anything else that he likes more, it’s his tome.[/i] she let the tip of her lance sink into the soft sand, glowering upwards. There was an assassin that was protecting a child… [b]”I don’t recognize that brat. Maybe he’s just some villager that left his home and stayed out too late?”[/b] she personally thought that the kid deserved it. Maybe he would learn a bit. She rolled her shoulders and glanced back at the dark haired man that Logan motioned to. Ah… it was that fellow that was talking to the ginger haired woman…

[b]”Ah, he’s one of us. I saw him talking to that little woman there before.”[/b] Lumara jabbed her thumb in the direction of Ambra, her eyes sparking with annoyance. Seriously, some of these people needed a massive attitude check. Either they were too weak or too much of a jerk. [b]”We needn’t worry about him. If he dares to raise his blade against us, I’ll make sure that one of my axes finds his way to him.”[/b] she looked back toward Logan, her eyes growing steely. [b]”Do you need help getting on Caius again? Or-“[/b]

Two men rushed up to her, making her grin. [i]I recognize these two.[/i] Lumara told herself, her grin spreading a bit more. [b]”Ah, Pyrel, Anders,”[/b] she dipped her head. [b]”Nice to see you two again.”[/b]

“Why, if it isn’t Lumara.” the stockier and uglier one said, lifting up his axe. He swung it towards them, and Lumara leapt back, tumbling into Logan. He laughed, raising his axe once more.

[b]”Are you up for this, magey?”[/b] she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.