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Aaron studied Thorvald closely, trying to pick out what possible weaknesses might be. Unlike a sorcerer that Aaron guessed he might be, this man seemed strong, trained in more than just magic. Or perhaps the one causing the fog and directing the sea dragon was not the one in front of him. Perhaps he had a partner hiding somewhere else. After all it was a general assumption that usually while sorcerers were good at magic, they lacked the physical training, and thus a weakness. The man in front of him didn't appear to be lacking in physical training, which would make his life more difficult when it came to escaping, but not impossible, he was a witcher after all.

Shrugging his shoulder he just looked at the man before him. "I didn't have anything to fight the creature with at a range and I couldn't very well let it destroy the docks and kill people. I did what I had to in order to cause some damage to the thing. And hey, look around it seemed to work so I would say it wasn't the most stupid thing I have done. You don't even want to know about that." Aaron laugh as the man pulled out a pair of manacles. He studied them for a minute and then his eyes glance around the ship, his figures twitching for his sword. He had honestly not thought that far ahead, the idea of the shackles bothered him to no end. His eyes rested back on Thorvald once he assessed the fact that there were still too many weapons drawn, too many arrows poised to kill. He could take out a good chunk of them he was sure, but he doubted that they would all fall before he did, leaving him very little choice on where to go from there.

It crossed Aarons mind to make a dirty remark on the manacles, but given his position, his swagger was starting to fail him a little bit, the panic beginning to set in. Aaron ended up keeping his mouth shut and just nodding as he hopped off the rail at last and held out his hands. While the rail gave him the chance to run before, now if he was chained and fell beck it was near certain death. Taking a deep breath Aaron tried to calm his quickly fraying nerves as he took one more glance at the shore before they started to move away from it. ​

I needed a one liner and I know you aren't pink anymore but it was the best I got. I mean I had to use a League of Legends reference for Super Mods.

No one was helping too much, there was light conversation, but nothing inspiring confidence. Tinarah kept an eye on the people that were around her, a little worried about all that was going on. She glanced around a bit, then back to her brother and then back to Take. At least someone was willing to take a sort of lead role when no one else was. She couldn't even pretend to help or be any sort of leader, not with a sort of fear that struck her to the core. The fear that left her shaking no matter what. No matter what it was, she couldn't control her fear, not enough at least. Tinarah was now wondering what even drove her to leave her town. Now that she was back with her brother it started to seem odd that she even left. And part of her wondered why she put so much focus on finding him, besides the fact that she never felt as safe with her father. Her father was over cautious, but he didn't really know how to protect her properly. Her mother might have been a little wild, but Tinarah knew she could and would fight tooth and nail for her. Her father, her father would have ran and tried to take her with her, but nothing else. That is why she wanted to be with her brother. Her brother inherited her mothers wild spirit and he could protect her. She just needed to learn to protect herself too.

It was time to move on, the people were going to take them into the city and everyone else was following, so Tinarah didn't have much of a voice. She tried to hold herself high, make herself feel okay about the situation, even as they stepped on to the long narrow rope bridge. I didn't take long before someone told them not to look down, and of course out of instinct, Tinarah did. Cringing, she looked back towards where she came, but it wasn't easy to just step back either. She had proceeded far enough that while not at the half way point, she had people she trusted ahead, and an empty, dangerous bridge and loneliness behind her. It wasn't a hard choice which way she would go, she would follow the crowd where she would be safe.

As they entered the city, Tinarah couldn't help but look around and marvel at the sights around her. It was beautiful and amazing here. She failed to notice how quiet the streets were as they were guided along. The only person she noticed as they walked around was a white haired female. Tinarah looked up at her admiring how pretty she was, it was only then when she realize no one else besides their escorts were out. "Where do you think everyone is?" Tinarah asked quietly to no one in particular.

As they entered the big room beyond and that was where their escorts knelt. Tinarah was caught off guard by this and stood there like a statue. At first she didn't know what to do, but finally it occurred to her too late what she should be doing. Of course that only made her more nervous and stiffen up instead of bowing. then the man they were bowing too sounded not very happy and Tinarah backed up a step, whimpering slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause trouble." She whimpered not realizing she spoke out loud as she took another step behind her, like leaving this room would bring her out of the entire world. She wanted to leave and not anger anyone else but she didn't know where she would go or how she would get there. While she knew the anger wasn't necessarily directed right at her, at that moment, already embarrassed and uneasy, everything was feeling like it was her fault. She tried her best to hold back the tears that stung her eyes as she still stood there, her eyes downturn as she tried to figure out what to do and where to go, how to apease someone else so they wouldn't be angry at her. ​

No one liked Satan, who ever would have guessed? XD
I played a crappy satan anyhow.

Dayla was almost happy that Teliana stayed behind to protect Alyse. Dayla had grown fond of the girl that worked for her and didn't care to see her getting any more hurt in all this. That being said, Teli leaving had prompted one of the Witchers to leave, followed by the other. Dayla couldn't help but roll her eyes a little bit as she scoffed under her breath, "cowards." Maybe too many years living under the radar, a tame life without any risk or danger involved was messing with her common sense. She knew this wasn't going to be safe. Knew that it could very well end in her death, but the thought of letting these raiders sack the city and being forced to find another city to live in didn't sit well with her, especially when she wasn't fond of cities to start. Plus with the Scoai'tael still likely after her, going outside the city didn't feel like a good move. It had been years yes, but elves didn't forget easily, and they certainly didn't forgive. Leaving with valuable information, she was still a liability that they would take any chance to get rid of. Death here was probably kinder than one if she was caught.

"So shall we go without? I am not too fond of sitting here waiting for them to ready themselves and come here to kill us." Dayla said as a passing comment like it was nothing, but in truth she was quite worried. She needed them to start moving so she could lose herself within her own mind when the fighting started. Sitting there thinking about those sorts of things was not going to help her at all. ​