[center][b][h2][color=silver]Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V[/color][/h2][/b]
[i]Mistmoor Stronghold
With: Tarrian Kar, Lady Victory[/i][/center]

[indent]Once facing his fellow Light Bearer, Erik pulled his shoulder free of Tarrian's grasp. [color=silver]"She wants us, Tarrian,"[/color] he stated plainly. [color=silver]"It will take time for the sigil weavers to prepare a defense,"[/color] he continued as she passed orders down to the the guards. [color=silver]"We have to buy ti--"[/color] 

A shattering of wood interrupted Erik. Shielding himself and Tarrian from the splinters, he drew those nearest him back from the gate, narrowly avoiding the point of Himeri's blade. He turned back to the gate and drew his sword and shield. [color=silver]"Open the gate!"[/color] he ordered a nearby soldier with a roaring tone. The man hesitated, still fear stricken from nearly being impaled. [color=silver]"Now!"[/color] The man gave him a trembling nod; within a few seconds the gate was drawing open, just enough for a single person to step through to the otherside. Erik emerged before Himeri. An [color=silver][i]Aura Pulse[/i][/color] radiated out from him as a crossed the threshold, creating a bubble of resistance against Grim that would attempt to cut in behind him. 

[color=silver]"If parlay is your intent, you've done yourself no favor by attacking."[/color] He spoke with a hint of contempt beneath a formal tone. [color=silver]"I could strike you here and now, and not breach any contract."[/color] Aleathan Edge shimmered in his right hand. [color=silver]"You will rescind your blade,"[/color] he sheathed his own sword as he spoke; he didn't break his eyes from Himeri, and kept his shield ready. [color=silver]"And [b]then[/b] we will discuss terms."[/color][/indent]