:: After departing from the market place, Shea made her way towards that great Scathachian Sanctuary .::
::Long had Shea passed by the great place with its magic wards. Some of the wards were cast by mage or alike, some were by Clerical. Shea knew this she could sense them all, as she closed in on the great walled place.
She knew she had no invite to be there, so there for she could not enter, any mage with have a wit could know this. She came to stand a few feet back from the main gate, that ward held like a bubble over the place. Shea was impressed. ::
::Too long had Shea gone wondering about, doing things her own way, keeping the streets as safe as one lone knight could, but now even she sensed it. Something else was here, far more than those potential things from her realm or Connar's, which weighed heavily upon her mind at the moment. But something else. something dark yet unseen.::
::Shea knelt to one knee in classic knight fashion, and unsheathed that blade from her left, the hilt tapped on the ward three times, knock, knock, knock. Then she re-shetahed that swept hilt blade. If they wished to they would answer, someone would. If not, Shea would continue to do things on her own. For the people of Rhydin::
::Too long had Shea gone wondering about, doing things her own way, keeping the streets as safe as one lone knight could, but now even she sensed it. Something else was here, far more than those potential things from her realm or Connar's, which weighed heavily upon her mind at the moment. But something else. something dark yet unseen.::
::Shea knelt to one knee in classic knight fashion, and unsheathed that blade from her left, the hilt tapped on the ward three times, knock, knock, knock. Then she re-shetahed that swept hilt blade. If they wished to they would answer, someone would. If not, Shea would continue to do things on her own. For the people of Rhydin::