[color=crimson][center][h1]Yvonne Desrosiers[/h1][/center][/color]

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“Ma’am, if we don’t do something now it will only get worse. . .”

“Your orders?”

Voices begging for direction rang clear through her head. The cries and groans of agony filled whatever silence the clearer voices were gracious enough to give. 

“You must not be serious?! They’re not all-”

[color=crimson]“That is a risk we can’t afford to take. .  What if they break through the quarantine? They’re already growing more restless and panicked.“[/color]

“But, Ma’am!-. . .”

[color=crimson]“This is the order for everyone under my command! . . .”[/color]

. . . .

[color=crimson]“Grant the suffering their peace. . . It is the only mercy we can give them.”[/color]


The cries and groans turned to screams, the clinging of armored marching began to overpower everything else until it all went silent. The burden of that day haunting every calm moment of her life. The one step she took for the better of the realm ruined everything the woman had built.
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Yet the new day had dawned and Yvonne’s time in the town had come to an end as well, for her search was still ongoing. Coin was left on the bar’s counter as the helmet had been all the residents had seen had exited their room, bag over her shoulder leaning neatly on her sword.. 

“Going already, missy?” The tavernkeep asked with his bombastic tone. “And here I thought I could get a peak of your face, that would be the center of gossip all around town! Bwahah!” The drifting knight turned to meet the keep’s gaze. [color=crimson]“Perhaps there will be a next time.”[/color] A soft smile that was not visible radiated through her helmet. [color=crimson]“Although you will be disappointed by what’s hiding under it.”[/color]

“With such a sweet voice, there is no way you’d have a mug only a mother could love!” A soft chuckle echoed from the helmet. [color=crimson]“I wouldn’t be so sure. . .”[/color] The helmet was slowly readjusted. [color=crimson]“So long, gracious host.”[/color] Yvonne tugged on her bag and started to leave. 

“Ah, missy! Where are you heading off to?” The tavernkeep blurted out, which caused the steps of the knight to halt. [color=crimson]“Towards Somerset, why?”[/color]  The keeper stared at the figure. “Word has spread, it might not be the safest stop currently.” 

The knight confidently straightened her shoulders. [color=crimson]“But, good sir. I have known and dealt with unsafe situations since I was a wee lassie.”[/color] And with a nod, she left through the door. The calm of this town sure had its appeal . . But she did not deserve such permanent rest yet.
Besides there was a group waiting for her, whilst being with companions gave her comfort, it was also but a fleeting pleasure. 
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The trek was more exhausting than normal, perhaps it was due to being with such a group. Many younger men and women trying to prove themselves. It brought her a smile, but prayer for their safety left her lips. The walls of the city loomed over the group, they have arrived.