(08-14-2015, 04:26 PM)Intaki Wrote: V'aleera watches the spectacle from just outside the edge of the crowd, garbed in the regalia of her station amongst the Holy See's elite dragonslayers, her eyes narrowing in a attempt to confirm the identity of the speaker. Her suspicions quickly confirmed, a brief and furious glare flashes across her vizage as she peers at Evangeline. But as her gaze lingers on the woman's face her expression shifts to one of regret and disappointment. A glimmer of sadness in her eye, she turns her back on her one-time ally and walks away.
Not long after the last straggling onlookers are left behind, the uniformed Dragoon would pass a bulky armed figure. Smothered from head to foot in layers of chain and leather, there is nothing to distinguish the elezen-sized form apart from the dozens of other southern mercenaries, who currently wandered the icy streets.
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 However as V'aleera approaches the tall figure straightens from it's customarily slouched position, towering above the small dragoon. From below the mask, Val might be able to glimpse a flash of dusky skin and a pair of sharp, blue eyes. They linger on the passing dragoon for several moments, before focusing back in the direction of Evangeline's distant voice. Only when V'aleera is almost upon her does the mercenary speak in a soft, husky voice.
"..... there trouble yet?"
"..... there trouble yet?"
