[color=f49ac2][centre][H2]Daphne[/H2][/centre][/color]
[color=f49ac2][centre][H3]Jail[/H3][/centre][/color]
[color=f49ac2][centre][H3]Jail Jam jamboree with the Spicey Squire.[/H3][/centre][/color]

Daphne waited and stood hearing the explanation as her face dropped, she managed to not scream in despair at being caught up in everything and turned her head to hear the various information and also the fact a blight born had somehow become a guard? Infiltrated the jail and somehow Daphne had avoided being caught up in the middle of a murder after walking into a murder a day before.

She paced with an increasingly heavy pace and lunarian boots crushed the ice that scattered about. For the goddess' sake. Could Daphne get a day free of chaos?

The moment Gadez left the jail? Was that even the man, a blight born, a magic…but magic was like…suppressed inside the runes? How by all and the goddess did that happen? And how did he get out of a locked cage! 

It was still an effort as her abilities felt sluggish still but she moved fast, one showed a sword drawn forward pointing at his throat and her second was resting in a guard position. Moving to the side of the princess in a step and draw that was unnaturally fast and why she had been chosen as a Squire. One purple eye glanced at the Prince. [color=f49ac2]“You need a better jail.”[/color] Before a more concerned one turned to Amaya, he was a Prince but Amaya was a Lunarian and she was her priority plus he probably had combat training if Auralia taught royals them worth a damn. [color=f49ac2]“Stay behind me, and run if you have to. I'll buy you time.”[/color] Daphne said to the Princess before she turned to fully face the escapee.

Daphne's voice went cold as a Lunaran mountain peak as she moved, tracking the man, blades ready and eyes hard with her training kicking in. [color=f49ac2]“Sword. Down. Back inside. And do not even take a step to the Princess.

Or il take your skull and give it to my girlfriend as a bloody ale mug.”[/color]

Daphne had officially had way too much shit and too little chance to kiss a priestess. A woman could only take so much being the centre of events. The blade in her extended hand did not shake as much an inch as she stared him down. She did not know what the other intended but she had enough, the jail was her job and he was meant to be inside. 

Where was Asileth? Was he a blight born, was he knocked out dead? Turned or controlled? That was a question that had no answer until they pushed through the door and past Gadez. They had to take this one problem at a time, she hoped he was alive and only knocked out so she could tease him later. The good sign. No blood on the blade. 

[color=f49ac2]“Champion, if it fails, please do make good my word. I'd hate to break it. Tell the moon priestess to follow the Cadian rites.”[/color] Daphne said with a surprising light tone entirely at odds with the situation as she switched between guard Daphne and Daphne the person. Even if that was her final wishes and angenging her death. 


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