The great War

[Baelixx]

Grim
She nodded slightly and looked up at him. "Thank you Xa'limir.", she said softly, standing up. This was probably the deepest conversation she had ever had...

[нana ѕong]

(Anyone open for Deryn? A female knight in disguise?)

[Baelixx]

I have Alanna, but she left the castle three or so years ago and will now be viewed as a traitor..//

[нana ѕong]

(That'll work! They could be old friends or something...im at work, but i can reply when possible)

[Baelixx]

ok//
Alanna
She growled softly as she accidentally cut herself with her knife, carving as she usually did. She watched the two idiots she was helping as they sat a ways away, warming themselves by the fire she had started. Bloody idiots they were. She sighed and watched the blood drip from her hand, completely and utterly bored.

[нana ѕong]

Deryn sighs softly, mounting Nightshade, as she turns her around. Just then, something catches her eye. A thin trail of smoke? What would someone be doing way out here? Wanting to investigate, she clicks her tounge, and Nightshade trots off. One way to find out after all. If it was trouble, then she could handle it anyways. Upon nearing the woods edge, she slows Nightshade to a walk, jumping off her back. Finding a small tree, she teethers her mare, before continuing on foot.

[Baelixx]

Alanna
She sighed and stood, walking over to Shadow, her black mare. She pet her nose affectionately and froze when she heard what most would have thought to be the breeze, but she knew better. Alanna drew her sword and held it at the ready, spinning in the direction of the noise. "Who goes there?", she asked in her pretend man voice, it was better than her own because nobody was afraid of a woman these days...

[нana ѕong]

Deryn was just about to turn back, when someone demanded her name. With a slight frown, helmet tucked under her arm, she calls back in her deeper, masculine voice, "Sir Dylan Sharp! Now who might you be?" She asks in return. After all, it was the honor of a knight to exchange names.

[Baelixx]

Alanna
At the name, she furrowed her brow. What was Dylan doing out here? "Sir Alan of Trebond.", she said, using the voice the other would know her by. She kept her sword out, just in case she tried anything. After all, Alanna had left and was now seen as a traitor and fetched a fair penny for her capturing.

[нana ѕong]

Deryn cant help but blink in surprise at the name. Dropping the formalities, she walks forward, hands casually resting at her sides. Alan? What are you doing here?" she asks, her brow furrowed. If he got caught, he would surely hang. Though, it was nice to see that he was well at the very least. Her green gaze scans the boy before her, before her gaze drifts past him towards where the fire smoke is coming from.[/color] "Though i must say you were are lucky that a friend found you instead of a bounty hunter. That smoke is a clear beacon for unwanted guests," she adds calmly, looking back at Alan once more.