"So, Guthorm's asking around for me." A scowl briefly passed over her features as she stepped out of the inn. Taneth had a peculiar habit of presenting just the right bits of information with complete obliviousness to the implications therein. An odd girl with curiosity so strangely incongruous to norm. Sylvia acknowledged she liked Taneth well enough, but there was danger there as well. She simply didn't know the girl well to trust her.
The guard who had been waiting for her by the back door stepped in at her left side upon her exit but said nothing. He had been hand picked by Ewan to protect Sylvia as she traveled while Ewan had other duties which to attend.
A sigh from the Baroness, the guard, more than aware of her feelings on his presence having been warned, still did not react but kept pace. She felt the sting of reprisal in that silence all the same. "Kieran, Ewan, Lucky...if they all think mortal danger is in the realm, they might want to look to those less prepared for it. Like that flibbity gibbet back there," continuing to grouse as she made for the Guild Hall west of the Marketplace where Kiema she hoped would be waiting. "And Guthorm. Foolish and false. What man is that who professes friendship with one breath and uses that friendship to crueler intentions with the other?" Her hand went to the hilt of her dagger instinctively, gripping and releasing as thoughts jump from one thing to another. "There are too many men in my life. I have husband, guards, sons, heart brothers...blazing pyres but I need some sensible females about."
That did get a snicker from the guard behind her. She whirled about and his recovery was swift showing her a stoic expression. Hands to her hips looking up at the man about to give him what for when she grinned and laughed as well. "Yes, yes...I know. I'm not called The Yran Rose for nothing, lad." Then she turned to manage her way through the throng of people in the Marketplace. There was at least one sensible female among her close friends and she was going to have a nice long talk with her.
The guard who had been waiting for her by the back door stepped in at her left side upon her exit but said nothing. He had been hand picked by Ewan to protect Sylvia as she traveled while Ewan had other duties which to attend.
A sigh from the Baroness, the guard, more than aware of her feelings on his presence having been warned, still did not react but kept pace. She felt the sting of reprisal in that silence all the same. "Kieran, Ewan, Lucky...if they all think mortal danger is in the realm, they might want to look to those less prepared for it. Like that flibbity gibbet back there," continuing to grouse as she made for the Guild Hall west of the Marketplace where Kiema she hoped would be waiting. "And Guthorm. Foolish and false. What man is that who professes friendship with one breath and uses that friendship to crueler intentions with the other?" Her hand went to the hilt of her dagger instinctively, gripping and releasing as thoughts jump from one thing to another. "There are too many men in my life. I have husband, guards, sons, heart brothers...blazing pyres but I need some sensible females about."
That did get a snicker from the guard behind her. She whirled about and his recovery was swift showing her a stoic expression. Hands to her hips looking up at the man about to give him what for when she grinned and laughed as well. "Yes, yes...I know. I'm not called The Yran Rose for nothing, lad." Then she turned to manage her way through the throng of people in the Marketplace. There was at least one sensible female among her close friends and she was going to have a nice long talk with her.