There were too many questions, and the paladin did not know which to ask first.
Roen stared at the noblewoman, dumbfounded. Even as she uttered her name, a part of her wondered if this was some kind of a trick of the mind. Perhaps she had dozed off momentarily on Goldwind’s back and this was a figment of her dream. Why else would Edda Eglantine, the daughter to a wealthy Noscean noble house be doing in a camp middle of nowhere surrounded by dismembered bodies? And standing passively next to a possible Dravanian killer, of all things?
The possibility of Edda being held hostage by the warrior crossed her mind, but it was quickly dismissed when Roen noted the stern look Edda shot the man. Her hand had also been on his sword arm, as if to cease any actions he would have taken against the paladin. The quick look the two exchanged was not missed; these two unlikely pair were not strangers to each other, this much Roen could discern.
But that did not put her mind at ease.
“Roen,†Edda stepped forward with a slight smile. “It has been some time. What are you doing here?â€
The paladin stared incredulously at the woman and her casual inquiry. “I could ask you the same,†she replied warily, her eyes darting between the Midlander and the taller figure behind her. The massive male had not made any moves yet that hinted at aggression, though his bloody sword was still held at ready. Roen was not about to take her attention off of it. She too had not lowered her sword or shield, although she held the latter slightly off to the side when Edda approached.
“You are surrounded by bloody corpses.†Roen motioned vaguely towards them with a flick of her head. “I was sent to find them; they work for the same Ishgardian knight that I serve under.†Her gaze turned pointedly back to the scaled warrior, suspicion clearly etched upon her face. “The Dravanian Horde ever encroaches upon Ishgard, so we are hunting dragonkin.â€
The paladin’s scrutiny lingered on him for a moment longer. A small part of her wanted this to be some mad misunderstanding--especially if these two knew each other, and Edda was somehow a part of whatever had happened here. Roen did not want to imagine the prim and proper noblewoman she had entrusted once upon a time with Gideon North’s fate would have any association with such gruesome violence.
Roen narrowed her eyes on the dark swordsman, her tone sharp. “You killed them, did you not?â€
Roen stared at the noblewoman, dumbfounded. Even as she uttered her name, a part of her wondered if this was some kind of a trick of the mind. Perhaps she had dozed off momentarily on Goldwind’s back and this was a figment of her dream. Why else would Edda Eglantine, the daughter to a wealthy Noscean noble house be doing in a camp middle of nowhere surrounded by dismembered bodies? And standing passively next to a possible Dravanian killer, of all things?
The possibility of Edda being held hostage by the warrior crossed her mind, but it was quickly dismissed when Roen noted the stern look Edda shot the man. Her hand had also been on his sword arm, as if to cease any actions he would have taken against the paladin. The quick look the two exchanged was not missed; these two unlikely pair were not strangers to each other, this much Roen could discern.
But that did not put her mind at ease.
“Roen,†Edda stepped forward with a slight smile. “It has been some time. What are you doing here?â€
The paladin stared incredulously at the woman and her casual inquiry. “I could ask you the same,†she replied warily, her eyes darting between the Midlander and the taller figure behind her. The massive male had not made any moves yet that hinted at aggression, though his bloody sword was still held at ready. Roen was not about to take her attention off of it. She too had not lowered her sword or shield, although she held the latter slightly off to the side when Edda approached.
“You are surrounded by bloody corpses.†Roen motioned vaguely towards them with a flick of her head. “I was sent to find them; they work for the same Ishgardian knight that I serve under.†Her gaze turned pointedly back to the scaled warrior, suspicion clearly etched upon her face. “The Dravanian Horde ever encroaches upon Ishgard, so we are hunting dragonkin.â€
The paladin’s scrutiny lingered on him for a moment longer. A small part of her wanted this to be some mad misunderstanding--especially if these two knew each other, and Edda was somehow a part of whatever had happened here. Roen did not want to imagine the prim and proper noblewoman she had entrusted once upon a time with Gideon North’s fate would have any association with such gruesome violence.
Roen narrowed her eyes on the dark swordsman, her tone sharp. “You killed them, did you not?â€
