@AtlasRedfox
The woman blinked once - staring back at the giant that looked down at her: seemingly in more ways than one. Elder Blooded weren't typically native to the island and it was doubtful anyone living would have recognised one, even from old stories.
"And a fine morning to you too." She responded in a sharp tone - not quite hostile or unfriendly but distinctly unimpressed with the greeting she had received. There was something else though - it was as if she was straining to maintain an authorotive tone in her voice, almost. "It's good to see that manners are still taught back on the mainland."
She paused staring into the eyes of the giant with her own piercing gaze. The black edges of her coat flickered slightly in the breeze, but otherwise she remained motionless. Even as more of the initiates gathered she did little to initially acknowledge them. After a short pause, she spoke again.
"I am Serina - Senior Member of Aldergards Order of Witch Hunters. I am the 'authority' you seek so urgently and as such I outrank you, initiate." She paused again - more briefly this time - before her stern expression collapsed into one of exhausted relief. She relaxed her stance and stood at ease, eyeing the group with an intrest that she had previously disguised. "It's good to see you here - I was starting to think that the mainland would just continue to ignore us, or worse..."
She shook her head.
"I was the one that gave the order to make contact with the mainland - I was hoping that Witch Hunters would be sent to investigate. There's something I need to speak to you about. Not here though - not now. Theres an inn in the market square called The Jugglers, meet me there at sunset and I'll tell you whatever you need to know."
Glancing around at the faces that were starting to gather around then at a distance with looks of bemused fear, Serina dropped her voice to a conspiring mutter.
"You'll already have orders, I know. This is important though - please at least come and hear me out. Now go, before we draw any more of a crowd."
Reinham hung back from the group and merely watched - albeit with narrowed eyes and a scowl on his face that put him usual bad tempered appearance to shame. It was the apprentices trial and he had vowed to take action only if absolutely necessary, no matter what surprises they should stumble upon.
That said, he wasn't about to let his guard down. This might prove exactly the type of complication that he had been brought along to deal with.
The woman blinked once - staring back at the giant that looked down at her: seemingly in more ways than one. Elder Blooded weren't typically native to the island and it was doubtful anyone living would have recognised one, even from old stories.
"And a fine morning to you too." She responded in a sharp tone - not quite hostile or unfriendly but distinctly unimpressed with the greeting she had received. There was something else though - it was as if she was straining to maintain an authorotive tone in her voice, almost. "It's good to see that manners are still taught back on the mainland."
She paused staring into the eyes of the giant with her own piercing gaze. The black edges of her coat flickered slightly in the breeze, but otherwise she remained motionless. Even as more of the initiates gathered she did little to initially acknowledge them. After a short pause, she spoke again.
"I am Serina - Senior Member of Aldergards Order of Witch Hunters. I am the 'authority' you seek so urgently and as such I outrank you, initiate." She paused again - more briefly this time - before her stern expression collapsed into one of exhausted relief. She relaxed her stance and stood at ease, eyeing the group with an intrest that she had previously disguised. "It's good to see you here - I was starting to think that the mainland would just continue to ignore us, or worse..."
She shook her head.
"I was the one that gave the order to make contact with the mainland - I was hoping that Witch Hunters would be sent to investigate. There's something I need to speak to you about. Not here though - not now. Theres an inn in the market square called The Jugglers, meet me there at sunset and I'll tell you whatever you need to know."
Glancing around at the faces that were starting to gather around then at a distance with looks of bemused fear, Serina dropped her voice to a conspiring mutter.
"You'll already have orders, I know. This is important though - please at least come and hear me out. Now go, before we draw any more of a crowd."
Reinham hung back from the group and merely watched - albeit with narrowed eyes and a scowl on his face that put him usual bad tempered appearance to shame. It was the apprentices trial and he had vowed to take action only if absolutely necessary, no matter what surprises they should stumble upon.
That said, he wasn't about to let his guard down. This might prove exactly the type of complication that he had been brought along to deal with.
