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This guy didn't seem to want to quit. Roslind leaned in closer to her horse and prepared for the fight that would likely ensue. After all, she was being followed on a mission she alone had been tasked to carry out. No one was going to get in the way of that. She didn't look back. Roslind could feel him getting closer and a faint glowing thread encircled her fingers.

⁅I'm not highborne.⁆ was the first thing he said once close enough to be heard. She found it hard to believe, but if it was the truth, then that simply made him a thief. A thief was by no means better. She needed to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. He followed up with, ⁅I am usually the one doing the escorting.⁆

Roslind glanced over at him warily, seeing that he was once again beside her. He tapped his hand against the handle of his axe. ⁅Look, I'm not after your gold.⁆ His horse flicked his golden mane almost in response to his words.

If he's not a highborne and not a thief, but is usually the one escorting, then he must work for the brothels. That is the only other logical solution. I'm sure they could charge quite a bit if they said they had a girl that was a former priestess. Men are pigs that way, always willing to pay extra for something special.

⁅I just do not like the idea of a church-girl getting robbed and killed.⁆ He sighed. ⁅My name is Marcus.⁆

Roslind wrinkled her nose and looked back in the direction her horse was headed. She rolled her eyes and gave Maldar a kick of her heels to go even faster. ⁅How very kind of you Marcus, but I am not some mere 'church - girl,' as you put it. I suggest you find some other poor defenseless maiden to take advantage of, because you will have none of me.⁆

Maldar's tail swatted the back of Roslind's leg and a trail of dust was kicked up behind them as he pushed forward. She needed to put distance between them and get off the main road for awhile. If she could hide out for a bit, hopefully Marcus would get tired of chasing her and find some other prey. Roslind by no means felt good about the idea of sending him to someone else, but she had no time to deal with this man. Eastborne was days away and the Wilds were on the move to Hammaslahti once more.

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No.

27 hrs & 19 min

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But no one even looks at that thread ...

No.

Um, no.[DOUBLEPOST=1411832661][/DOUBLEPOST]According to Dictionary.com, both pronunciations are correct.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/february?s=t

Except the first R is silent ...

Except for the fact that it is a very commonly mispronounced word.

I'm guessing she means people that say "swinguh." They give it a hard G.

Whatevs. We still guessed right and won anyway.

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We would have just killed you the next night. We had been planning to kill you for awhile, but wanted to wait until you were no longer a viable shield to do so. You outed yourself as the Watcher and were pointing fingers at us. We couldn't hide behind you anymore. I had been prepared to die. If we didn't get lucky with the Vigilante, you would have been the obvious person we went after next. It was more important to us to find out the identity of the Vigilante when we knew for sure he would strike, than it was to eliminate you.[DOUBLEPOST=1411756040][/DOUBLEPOST]Also, @Ars Wumbo, this was my favorite part in the entire Spectator Chat. Looooool

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It was a tough decision that ended well on our part.

I just read the entirety of the spectator chat and laughed really, really, really fucking hard. I'm sorry guys. I was prepared to die weeks ago so the fact that I made it to the end even though everyone was suspicious of me and all the dead people were screaming, makes me laugh. Ahaaaa

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