The Hanging Tree (Open mystery RP, all welcome)

[Mohri]

Mohri chaffed against the restrictions that surrounded his freedom yet again. Bodyguard duty for the village shaman Keah, a job he resented but owed a favour to his clan brother. This hanging tree business had put a few individuals on alert, like it or not he was here to do a job.

 

AS the shaman moved out to meet the strangers, He and his clan brother fell in step behind her. His Chakram secured to his back and his Brass knuckles hanging by his side in easy reach. Following the Elder with a watchful eye wasn't too hard but he kept his muscles coiled ready for action when she stopped and slammed her cane down on the ground.

 

Quickly scanning the clearing, noting the size and strength of the group, eyes resting on the tall Elezen. This one He knew.

[Sivamet]

Sivamet's gaze wandered down to Miya as she listened to her and nodded slightly. Noting her annoyed reaction to the Shaman she set a gentle hand on the Miqo'te's shoulder for a moment and shook her head slightly letting her know to keep her cool.

 

Keeping her casual position, one where she could move quickly to protect and defend Miyu and Ana should it be needed, her gaze slid back over the cocky Darius'. Yes, I would postpone that. No need for foolishness in order to claim some sort of prize. Your beloved's life is not worth that risk deadpanning the man.

 

Her gaze then slid over to the Shaman studying the old woman meticulously before noting and recognizing the guard. Shite why didn't I see that before she thought as she caught the gaze of Mohri and quirked a brow recognizing him.