Pakenne
Dala stepped behind the screen, and seemingly changed. [color=e50000]"Did you get an idea?"[/color]
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Montreal
Sarah nodded to the police, but said nothing.
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Otherworld
Ory'Hara would feel no hostility, but caution all the same. The people in the castle seemed to do ordinary things - move around casually, carry things, and a lot of guards were just standing and guarding places, even though some were patrolling.
There were quite a few skilled fighters in the castle, but they seemed in no way pay attention. There were also mages, nearly impossible to read, but from reading about the other fighters, Ory'Hara could deduce that they most likely also did just do their routines.
Passing quite a few doors with guards stationed before them, Ory'Hara would finally be led into a medium-sized room, seemingly used for dinner. At the head of a table, in a big chair, a red-haired man was sitting, still quite young. He, for some odd reason, wore black armour. Ory'Hara might find it near impossible to read his weaves, a sign of a great fighter. He inspected her for a abit of time, then finally just said:
"Yes?"