What? Was Logan disappointed in what happened? Lumara arched an eyebrow and huffed. This guy seems to like death. If there’s anything else that he likes more, it’s his tome. she let the tip of her lance sink into the soft sand, glowering upwards. There was an assassin that was protecting a child… ”I don’t recognize that brat. Maybe he’s just some villager that left his home and stayed out too late?” 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…
”Ah, he’s one of us. I saw him talking to that little woman there before.” 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. ”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.” she looked back toward Logan, her eyes growing steely. ”Do you need help getting on Caius again? Or-“
Two men rushed up to her, making her grin. I recognize these two. Lumara told herself, her grin spreading a bit more. ”Ah, Pyrel, Anders,” she dipped her head. ”Nice to see you two again.”
“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.
”Are you up for this, magey?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.