RP:Frostmaw Scuffle

Synopsis: Rinn gets herself into a bout of trouble with a band of thugs, in Frostmaw. Several others come to the rescue, and Lanara ends up using her empath abilities to disarm a thug. However, he ends up being murdered.

Krice didn't interfere with Garrett. He was busy with his own captive, who seemed to get the message initially just from his swift capture and subsequent warning. He just... didn't listen. The silver-haired enigma lacked the desire to have to use more energy today than was necessary, but this thieving pair of no-goods was making sure that his job of stop-and-protect would be more difficult than initially thought. Garrett's wild behavior, though understandable to a point, didn't help things. Blessed with evolved senses that surpassed the average man, honed by years of training and real-world experience, Krice detected his captive's movements before they were fully enacted, which enabled him to stop them almost at the point of conception. With his left hand still around the man's throat, attempting to keep him calm and restrained the warrior's only remaining course of self-defense was his other arm. As such, he used it quickly to snatch at his opponent's wrist, staying the would-be gutting blade before it could even glance the abdomen of his shirt. A sharp twist dislocated the man's hand from his wrist and he was released, tossed by the throat into open space - away from Garrett, toward the boy and Rinn. This freed Krice to deal with the other man, who had just unleashed a volley of throwing knifes toward the ronin. Convinced that it wouldn't end well if he didn't intervene, the silver-haired warrior released his left katana, which at some point he had reached over a shoulder to grab, and swiped the curved blade through the air to cease the trajectory of those knifes. Sparks of light reflected off the intersecting blades as steel collided with steel, and it was his superior katana - and superior skill - that prevailed over the thief's wild violence. Krice's aggression was rigid and withdrawn, but his intolerance for bullshit like this was clear in the red of his eyes; golden striations seemed pinched as the darker, predominant color spread to convey his malice. In a flurry of calculated arcs and swipes, he guided his katana through specific points in the thief's flesh that wouldn't kill him, but -would- hurt like hell and hopefully dissuade him from continuing on his foolish endeavor to punish the katana-wielding men for intervening. As soon as he had finished his five-count blow across the thief's chest, Krice turned his attention to Garrett and placed himself between the ronin and the injured man, those calculating eyes leveled on the rage-filled stare across from them. Holding out his katana to the side, the warrior showed that he meant no harm to Garrett and spoke a firm but quiet, “Calm down."

Garrett wasn't as experienced a warrior like Krice. Even if he has been trained since he was six years old, he lacked the real world experience and years to match him. Everything over the past few days has been pure instinct, fueled by a rage cause by the grief of the news of his mother's passing. Events like those in Larket, and the clash with the illusionist Lanlan which left a hobbit dead, all were spur of the moment events that seen to be happening more and more frequently, as well as getting more severe in nature. But now Rinn was attacked, and the only good thing the young master less warrior has going for him had come under fire by scum. Scum the likes of which the younger Sanada relates to who murdered his mother. Too many people he cared about were being killed off, and now the woman who has stolen his heart was stabbed, and Krice wants him to "calm down"? Not only that, but he intervenes in his battle, and seemingly treats him like a child! Krice's attempt to control the situation has the opposite effect. “Get the hell out of my way." Comes his reply, as his right hand goes to grab the hilt of his own katana, seeing as Krice has his drawn. With a smooth draw his master's blade is once again brought forth. With hardened leather sheathe in one hand, and katana in the other, Garrett's demand for Krice to move is backed up by the younger swordsman taking up a proper fighting stance in preparation to make him move. If one is keen of eye, they will see Garrett's knuckles turning white as he grips both sheathe and katana tighter and tighter. His rage has yet to win out, but with each passing moment he is slowly growing angrier and angrier. Moments pass between the two, and a cold wind sweeps through the streets that are now stained with blood, kicking up a thin veil of snow-dust in its wake. Garrett stands ready to make the scum who dared to attack Rinn pay with his miserable life, saying finally. "This scum doesn't deserve pity." The line between justice and vengeance was a thin one, and these days it was harder and harder for the ronin to tell the difference between the two.

Lanara walks along the snow covered road, leaving footprints in her path, as she keeps her head down. Donning a midnight blue robe, over her corset and leather pants, she wraps her arms tightly around her middle, to try and keep warm. All that could be seen of her form was a few stray locks of dark brown hair, which poked out from beneath her hooded robe. Being a relatively new resident of Frostmaw had its perks; however, the constant chill in the air was not one of them. The witch curses beneath her breath, knowing fully well she was capable of casting a spell of warmth on her shapely figure, however, she didn’t wish to waste her energy, as she was only heading a short distance. A quick glance over her shoulder was given to Taylor, who was now in her snow leopard form, and was eagerly towing behind her beloved mistress. “We are almost to the tavern, Taylor. We will warm up there.” Thoughts of flowing, warm, ale, hitting the back of her throat and warming her from the inside, cause her to quicken her pace, though she stops, almost abruptly, as other’s are seen in the distance. Slowing her steps, she approaches those gathered, and sees quite the scuffle going on. Fists flying, weapons wielded, and voices shouting, cause her to pause and watch the fight. Lowering her hood, she quickly eyes all of those gathered. A red haired woman, a human male, two thugs, and… The enigma. Recognizing Krice from the previous evening, she quirks a brow in curiosity. Apparently the mystery that surrounds the male continued to grow, leaving her suspicious, yet enthralled. The male knew how to handle his own, and then some, in an argument. Pressing the small of her back against one of the houses that lined the road, she merely stays out of the line of fire, but continues to watch. The ronin, clearly, was fueled by such a rage, it frightened her, somewhat. So, she quickly shifts her dark gaze to rest on the only other form there, the female. Sensing her pain, before seeing the injury, she yearns to go and assist the woman in healing. But she would wait on the sidelines, for now, as they all were strangers to her, and she didn’t want to interfere, unless asked. Kejii walked a snow covered path to a land he was unfamiliar with. Dressed in his normal blue robes most would nearly freeze in these conditions however with the addition of a straw hat and scarf wrapping around his face he was comfortable having had training in an area of his old temple where it stayed only a few degrees warmer than this. His staff was in hand as he walked using it to help him tack through the snow as well as serving as a way for the young monk to test the road ahead for quick drops or unexpected traps. He looked up from his gaze at the tracks he followed to see a woman and leopard step to the side of a building and only see the faint outlines of five others. Kejii decided to see what had the mysterious woman and what he assumed was a pet leopard stop and somewhat hide from what was there. As Kejii neared closer to the same distance the woman was from the figures he realized it was his brother, the small woman Rinn, two men that seemed of less than friendly intents, and another man Kejii had never met possibly the leader of the other two laying on the ground? Kejii ran to meet beside his brother staff in hand and nearly matched his brothers fighting position only then did he realize that Rinn was hurt. "What happened here, Garrett? Why is Rinn hurt?"

Rinn disappeared around the corner of a building as she continued to chase the younger thief though she wouldn't remain out of the picture for long. Suddenly she's spotted running back the way she came, skidding into view, with three more men in tow, Garrett! Stranger guy! Fight each other, later! She called giving a heads up that there was more company as she slid past her man for protection. All her running had her blood pumping harder which continued to splatter over the snow with a steady drip, though the adrenaline numbed the pain... For now. The thugs split up and surrounded the warrior's, one with a staff, one twin swords and the other a mace. These men were larger and more seasoned which was why they weren't on the streets doing the dirty work, that was, until now. Rinn peeked out from behind Garrett and launched the throwing knife that she had plucked from her very shoulder toward the big ugly man with the mace. It stuck him in his chest plate which made him laugh, throwing his head back one could see he had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern. So now that Rinn had him even more angered he charged right for her, not caring if Garrett stood between them. Krice would receive the temper of the dual wielding blades man, and Kejii the one with the staff.

Krice flexed his fingers around the hilt of his katana but he kept the blade low. Despite Garrett's redirected aggression, and the potential that -he- would be attacked, the warrior did not brandish his weapon. He responded to the inexperienced ronin with diplomacy. “They -are- scum, but it isn't pity I show them. It's mercy. If you still want to be an honorable warrior, 'mercy' is a prerequisite. Learn it." The silver-haired enigma didn't speak with Garrett for long; however, as the appearance of a staff-wielding man beside the ronin caused him to hold his tongue. Reluctant to set off the angry male, the calmer, more experienced man remained where he was; waiting for signals in body language and atmosphere that told him he could move safely. Different signals came instead, with the warning from Rinn and the three men who pursued her. Lovely. Not waiting for Garrett or Kejii to unwittingly grant him permission, Krice opted to take the male wielding the twin blades, right as said male chose -him-. Perfect, really. Like a choreographed dance. The three reinforcements may have been more experienced than their two lackeys, but they were still only human. Garrett possessed items that enchanted his skill level, and Krice naturally had the advantage of evolution. They both held the upper hand. As he stepped forward, the enigmatic swordsman sheathed his katana and sprinted across the short distance between himself and his quarry. The duel-wielding man had little time to react; his face was covered by the fighter's hand and back he went head first, into the concrete of Frostmaw's city square. With his hand still on the thug's face, keeping him down until his concussion robbed him of consciousness, Krice lifted his chin and caught sight of Lanara, a woman familiar to him from his previous night's visit to the tavern. Seconds ticked by, during which time he glimpsed her snow leopard, before he rose from his incapacitated foe and stepped calmly out of the fray. This hadn't been his fight to begin with, and now that Garrett had an ally in Kejii, Krice disengaged from the battle and deemed his assistance irrelevant. He remained to observe, however, just in case the 'good guys' struggled - or conversely, in case they used too much force.

Garrett really didn't harbor ill will towards the silver-haired wanderer, and even though he was mad that he had decided to seemingly defend the one who attacked Rinn, he too went at ease. Then Kejii appears, yet again, from out of nowhere. His brother he has not seen in eighteen years seems to be able to track him to the ends of the earth, suddenly. It felt off having someone come to his aid like that, but before he could even react to both his brother’s appearance and Krice's words about mercy, Rinn shows back up. And as usual, she's brought trouble along with her. Where were these guys coming from? Has some gang infiltrated Frostmaw, seemingly without anyone noticing? There wasn't time to figure that out, as Rinn's failed attempt to kill one of them ends up having the biggest of the three charging right for him and his lover. But Krice wouldn't get away that easily. “Fine! You want mercy?" He sheathes his own katana once more, and uses those augmented abilities granted to him once more. The heavily armored thug is a large man, standing at an impressive six foot eight, with that bulky body that’s a mix of fat and muscle. Corn-fed, if you will, but a killer none the less. These three needed to be dealt with, and seeing as the guy who thought that -he- was preachy before, goes off with a sermon about mercy, it just strikes a chord. But not one that sets him off on a killing spree, like many presume, but rather a challenge. The brute of a man comes charging in, used to using his size and weight to gain a familiar advantage over people weaker than him, this was his first mistake. Pushing off with his right foot, those enchanted boots of speed have Garrett traveling with a speed far greater than a normal human, in which he closes the distance well before this thug reaches Rinn. He'd never get close to his woman, so long as he drew breath. Using his sheathed katana to bat away the thug's mace, the larger man finds himself in shock! The ronin swats him away with ease! And in truth he does, but only because of the ring of ogre strength he wears that amplifies his physical abilities over that of even this larger man. Once the mace is knocked back, it sends the thug off balance, and thus exposes an open spot in the man's armor right between the bottom of his breastplate, and his trousers. In one smooth motion from the time he swats away the mace, Garrett cocks back his right hand and sends his fist flying with incredible force towards the mace-using man's exposed gut with such force that he lifts the much larger man off his feet and sends him tumbling backwards several feet until he comes crashing into a wall to stop himself, snow falling off the top of it to land on his face as he fades into a dream when he ruled over weaker targets with ease. He isn't dead, just knocked out, taken out the fight without lethal force. He'd wake up in a cell in enough pain to hopefully rethink his future career in professional crime, at least in Frostmaw. With this done, Garrett turns his gaze to Krice, and smirks. This guy. Yelling at him, telling him off. Who was he? Who does he think he is? Either way, he'd watch the man leave for now, Krice's words echoing in his mind. It is within this time, that the one left behind earlier by Krice, gets up. He's been made a fool of. Tossed aside like trash. He was furious, in pain and out for revenge. He takes another dagger out, and lunges forth towards Rinn's back, passing right by Lanara without seeing her due to his blind rage caused by getting his ass handed to him by Krice.

Lanara quickly glances at Kejii, as he nears her location, narrowing a warning to the male, before he darts off to maintain a fighting stance, beside the human. Overhearing his name, Garrett, and assuming that Rinn, was the name of the female, she makes a note to herself to remember their names, should she need them in the future. Still uncertain of the two thugs, and the newcomer, she flicks her gaze to the snow leopard, and extends a chilled hand to rub behind her velvety ears. Lanara continues to watch as Rinn darts around the building, only to return with three more assailants in tow. Realizing they were now outnumbered, she hisses and approaches the large male that seems to have recovered from his earlier spar with Krice. Broken wrist, if she remembered correctly. The beastly thief wields a dagger as he lunges at the red head, though Lanara doesn’t allow it to get that far. Rapidly, she begins to whisper an audible incantation, in her elven tongue, which would make the male hopefully, lose focus of Rinn. Immediately, the male changes course, and focuses on the witch, allowing the injured half elf enough time to seek safety. She favors her throwing daggers, magic, and sword, usually, but knowing she isn’t quite dressed for the occasion, and the fact that she is still shivering from the cold, cause her to rely on her more ‘personal’ form of magic. Slipping the robe from her form, she walks into the road, eyeing the brute, with chocolate brown doe eyes. Never before had she used seduction as a fighting technique, though she assumed it would work, as she wasn’t beaten or bloodied like the others, and they all were strangers to the elf. Swaying her hips gently from side to side, she watches as the male warily eyes her, at first, only to lower his gaze from her face to her figure, taking all of her beauty in, with one lingering gaze. Feigning a naughty grin and confidence she didn’t know she could ever possess, she runs her fingers through her lustrous locks, and winks at the male. “Please, don’t tell me you’re with this riff raff?” She motions to Rinn, Garrett, Kejii, and Krice, as she saunters even closer to the male, her sultry tone distracting him. As the man was about to respond, she reaches out and grasps his wrist, gently massaging the dislocated appendage. “Poor baby…I can make it all better.” Without waiting for a response, she closes her eyes and forces foreign images into her mind. Images of uncontrollable depression, self harm, and mutilation, press into her mind, as she uses her empathic abilities to press the thoughts into the male’s defenseless form. The large male, instantly frowns, as his psychological state is altered, and he doesn’t appear to realize Lanara’s mind tricks. Snatching his wrist from the elf, he pulls her hips against his form, and aims to plant a kiss on her lips, though he misses, as she abruptly turns her face into his shoulder. No way was she going to let him steal her first kiss! Still in her enforced mindset, he plucks the dagger from her hip holster, murmurs an apology, and plunges the blade into his side. As blood begins to spill from his mouth, and he chokes on his own crimson, the empath chokes back a sob and retreats to her previous position. The man would likely die, though she wasn’t certain if he hit anything crucial, in his attempt at suicide. Leaning against the house, she runs her hands all over her body, as though she were trying to wash away the thieves touch from her frightened form. The others were ignored, as a single tear trickles over her pale cheek, the empath clearly, never having used her gift for nefarious means. As Krice disengages from the fight, she eyes him from the side, though she can’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Hanging her head in shame, she merely remains in the cold, alone and trembling.

Kejii turns quickly as Rinn runs toward, around, and then returns back around a corner the difference is she had three brute following close after her as she returned. Kejii knew that Garrett would be able to take on the threat that faced him having the hard-head that he did as well as the strength and speed not normal of a human man. Kejii however found himself standing against another staff wielder. As Kejii rested his own staff onto his back the man smiled and looked amused as if he wanted to say "You think you can beat me without your little stick?" Though what he did not know was the various martial arts that Kejii trained on countless hours during his time at the temple in Cenril. His head clear he watched for weaknesses in his opponent’s armor and footing as the man began moving forward slightly. Kejii knew that if he let him get close enough the only truly damaging attack that would come would be an overhead swing straight down unto his own head, therefore when that attack did come from the man Kejii knew exactly what he needed to do to have the attack fail. Kejii simply tossed his hands up above his head his wrists crossing and twisted his hands to pull and twist the staff from the man’s grasp. As soon as the man felt the staff release from his hands he let go and aimed directly for Kejii's throat with a knife he now held in his right hand he had pulled just after dropping the staff. Kejii saw the knife and simply shifted on the ball of his feet to his right and grabbed the man’s wrist holding the knife he pulled the man toward him and just before the man would fall for the switch of momentum Kejii dropped and snapped quickly to the left dislocating the man’s wrist elbow and shoulder. The man lay on the ground screaming as Kejii stood and pulled the staff off his back placing the shaft against the man’s head he pulled back closely and snapped quickly quieting the man as he was made unconscious.

Krice wasn't going anywhere. He stood nearby, watching the violence unfold, with an engaged stare but one that didn't reflect his inner workings. Was he impressed with Garrett's strength? That much wasn't clear. Did he feel any kinship with the other katana-wielder, enough that he would reflect the smirk given him? Not likely; he remained stoic as ever. Something caught his ear, however, an incantation that drew a curious glance Lanara's way. Aligning the sound of her voice with the movement of her lips, he deduced that -she- was the speaker of said incantation and watched her quietly, intrigued by the manner in which she dispatched his earlier victim. Unable to help himself, he felt the twitch of movement within his body as that thug pulled Lanara against him, but her ability to defend herself in the face of such harassment stilled the warrior before he could intervene. As the empathic woman slumped against the wall behind her and trembled in her post-attack haze, Krice utilized his swift-step one last time to obscure her view from her victim. A gust of wind followed his vampiric speed and brushed against the woman's left side, moving right, as the warrior stood with his back to her gaze and his own gaze down on the thug. Retrieving his left sword from its sheath against his back, quickly but carefully to avoid striking the woman behind him, he struck the point through the fallen man's heart and ceased his suffering. Mercy. Without any lecturing glance sent Garrett's way, the silver-haired enigma turned just enough to regard Lanara over his shoulder, through sporadically arranged hair that hung over his brow. “You’re fine," he reassured her, his tone smooth and low, and most importantly, calm.

Garrett watches as Krice dashes off towards a woman that just now the young swordsman has become aware of. Then Krice finishes off one of the earlier guys who moved a good distance away from where he was earlier. A "tsk." escapes the younger warrior, as he doesn't yet know how to take the silver haired man. A big part of him wants to punch him in the face. Yet... there is a respect for the more skilled swordsman as well. He'd cut down anyone who tried to say that out loud, but still, he had to admit it to himself it was there. But that quickly vanishes from his mind as his attention is then given fully to his lover. “Rinn." Utilizing the same speed as earlier, he returns to the red-haired trouble-magnet and picks her up into his arms. “I gotta find you a healer." He says out loud. Even if her wounds were not severe enough to require carrying, he was gonna do it anyway. Then, looking to his brother, he says. “Yo, baldy." He'd nod his head and say. “Take your ass into the tavern, we need to have a talk, but right now...” He'd return his gaze to Rinn. He felt a twinge in his chest knowing she was hurt. Without looking at Kejii, he finishes with. “Just... don't vanish, ok? I'll get to you in the morning." He looks around at the carnage left behind. “Damn...” He says in low tones. Hildegarde needed to know about this, and he did agree to be sentry. He was gonna have a long night ahead. Calling out to Krice without looking he says. “Where is the nearest healer?" While brushing stray strands of hair from Rinn's face. He'd smirk again, shaking his head at the woman as he says to her. "The hell am I gonna do with you?" In a playful tone.

Lanara sighs in relief as Kejii and Garrett disarm their assailants, and she offers each of the men a brief nod. A worried glance is given to Rinn, though the empath didn’t have the energy to close the distance between them, to aid her in healing. Lanara slides down the length of the house, landing with her rear on the snow covered ground. Hugging her knee’s to her chest, she faces Krice’s back, and is grateful that she’s unable to see his mercy kill. The cold no longer seems to bother the distraught elf, as tears fall over her pale cheeks, on their own accord. Not even bothering to wipe the droplets from her face, she sniffles, and rocks slightly, from side to side. The massive snow leopard cautiously approaches her owner, and licks gently at the tears, which were now frozen, to Lanara’s face. The elf still doesn’t respond, she merely continues to stare at Krice’s back, as images of the brute’s confused and bloodied face fill her head. What had she done?! Every so often her eyes would glance down, to her shaking hands, and an expression of sheer disgust would pass over her fair face. “I… I killed him…” She whispers, upon hearing Krice’s controlled and calm voice, interrupt her thoughts of gore. “I didn’t mean to hurt him that badly… I never used my gift in such a way before. I can be vengeful at times, yes, but I never actually caused someone’s death…” Lowering her eyes, she studies Krice closely, the male having earned her full attention and newfound friendship. She hardly knew him; yet, he went out of his way to make things easier on her, by completing the mercy kill, and attempting to provide her comfort. His actions wouldn’t be forgotten. “Thank you…Krice.”

Rinn is easily scooped up into Garrett's embrace while her right hand held pressure to her left arm's stab wound, Well that escalated quickly. Those big blues eyes were wide as she attempted to hide the smile that tugged at her lush lips, What? She would asked innocently, Is it might fault that boy stole my coin purse? Should I just have let him take it? She'd bat those long lashes in attempts to get out of any scolding, And if I hadn't chased down that boy you might not have seen the others until it was too late. With that, she closed her eyes and puckered for a kiss hoping that would erase some of the drama the night had unfolded. The poor grave robber -was- a trouble magnet and there was nothing she could do about it, at least it kept life interesting.

Krice regarded Lanara with a mostly unchanging expression as she mulled over what she had done. It wasn't until she spoke his name, attached to a subsequently inconsequential 'thank you’ that his eyes shifted with something akin to bemusement. In the next breath, he remembered that he had introduced himself the night prior, during their conversation in the tavern. Rather than speaking -her- name, or even acknowledging her gratitude outwardly, the man turned to face the empath but remained between her and the fallen thug. "-I- killed him," he calmly corrected, thereby attempting to absolve of her any guilt or responsibility. "If you hadn't injured him, he would have done worse to you." Krice's acute hearing detected that Garrett was addressing him in requesting the nearest healer. After a brief sideways glance, relieving Lanara of the intensity of his stare for a moment, the enigmatic swordsman regarded her once more and said, "You used magic on him." That much was a given. His comment was joined by a question: "Can you heal the injured woman over there?" Nodding past his right shoulder, the man indicated Rinn in Garrett's arms.

Garrett doesn't fall for her tricks just yet, though he returns -one- kiss, before looking at her saying. "I don't care about trouble, that I can handle." He looks at her wound, and that smirk vanishes. His lips curl downward into a small frown. “But that...” He clarifies. “You getting hurt, that is a no go, you got it?" The Krice's question to the other woman is heard, and he turns to face her, hoping for a positive reply.

Lanara falls silent at Krice’s words, merely meeting his golden flecked crimson gaze, the intensity of his stare, somewhat comforting to her pointed ears. He was the perfect distraction, and his words seem to have struck an emotional chord, as she digests what occurred on this fateful day. So, murder she would slide by on… However, she still used her gift for a much darker than necessary action. She would find a way to appease the Goddess and herself, but for now, the mention of another needing healing, would pull her from her state of shock. Slowly, she rises to her feet, shivering from the cold, as she brushes the frozen teardrops from her cheeks. “Yes… I can heal her…” Brushing past Krice, she lightly grasps his arm, though she’s uncertain if it’s in an attempt to give her the strength she needs to continue, or if she just wanted to touch him as a way of saying thanks. Lately, she had been having feelings that were foreign to her, but this was not the time for mulling over every last though. Approaching Rinn, she feigns a half smile for the injured red head, and motions for the half elf to reveal the injury to her, in full. “I am Lanara… Please, let me help you.” Garrett was given a reassuring grin and a slight nod, as she turned her full attention to his lover.

Rinn pouted ever so slightly as she followed Garrett's gaze to her shoulder, I know I should have been more aware to see if he was with someone. My first mistake and it won’t happen again, I'm fine really. But was she? From all the excitement it was hard to tell whose blood was who's that contrasted with the snow. But it was a good thing Garrett held her for she felt a bit woozy. Rinn eyed the woman carefully as she approached the two, she was always a bit uneasy with healers but considering the company she knew she could trust the woman on this occasion. Her eyes dropped back to her arm as she contemplated how to reveal her wound, finally she would just ask Garrett to rip the fabric instead of taking off her shirt in the middle of the street, No funny stuff. Would be her first words of choice to the witch.

Krice was pleased - enough - to hear that Lanara could heal Rinn. As she rose, the warrior took a step back until the rear of his left foot was barely brushing the underside of the fallen thug's shoe. He wanted to keep the woman from seeing the dead man, who looked sadder in peace than pained by death, whilst giving her room to rise. As she passed and touched his arm, the warrior coolly withdrew himself from her reach, masking his reticence behind a cool turn of his body to keep his eyes on her as she advanced on the lovers. Their affection for one another was apparent. As they interacted with the healer, Krice remained behind, from afar, and glanced down at the dead thug at his feet. Clean-up... As Lanara was busy with her 'patient', the silver-haired enigma crouched, scooped up the dead man, slung him over one shoulder, bear-hugged his legs to keep him upright, and turned from the disturbed crowds of the city square to find a place secluded where he could bury the undeserving corpse. A man had to be greater than his enemies, in all facets of life. Including character and morals.

Lanara twitches as Rinn’s words reach her ears, knowing they weren’t meant to sting, though they stung her quite bad. First, Krice pulled from her attempt to touch his arm, and then the red head told her not to engage in ‘funny’ business. The empath really couldn’t catch a break, lately. Sighing, she eyes the wound and rummages in her backpack, talking to herself as she does, in a soft, yet audible, whisper. “Develop a minor crush, and the piece of crap ignores me, for some other little twit! I give up on Ansel! Try to help here… End up killing a man… Maybe I should just mend this woman and leave the lands for good.” Sighing, she realizes that she’s spoken out loud, and bites her lip to keep from speaking again. Grasping Rinn’s shoulder, she gently begins to pour an ice cold, clear, liquid into the wound, that would cleanse and numb the pain, for what she was about to feel. Once the wound was probably rid of the possibility of any infection, she rubs her hands together and places her fingertips, directly about the bleeding orifice, on Rinn’s shoulder. “Fire, Fire, come to me. Close this wound, and stop the bleed. No more pain, make it seal. Normalness is all she’ll feel. So mote it be.” As her words are spoken, a bright beam of ember exits her open palm and flows into the wound, cauterizing the wound. Rinn would feel tingling and likely grow uneasy, as she feels her skin magically sew itself back together, though their wouldn’t be any actual discomfort. After several moments, the ember beam grows dull, and Lanara pulls her hand away and merely meets Rinn’s gaze. “You are healed.” Sad eyes glance to the side, as she witnesses that Krice and the deceased thug were not where she last left them.

Rinn’s eyes never left the woman as she watched her ready her work. The woman's monologue tugged Rinn's lips into a full grin though it wasn't a malicious smile, just amused. Though her amusement didn't last long, she was uneasy with magic being used on her and tried to hide the fact though her right hand moved around Garrett's neck as if she tried to pull closer to the man. Garrett however held her still and gave her that passionate gaze to sooth her worries, What magic is that? Rinn inquired curiously attempting to break her own silence, And don't worry about boys...Worry about a man. She'd wink before her face fell. Her skin did feel weird and to be honest she didn't like it one bit. Her gaze went back to Lanara as she waited for an explanation, while Garrett gave thanks.

Krice carried the body of the dead thug with ease, neither leaning nor slowing under the larger man's weight. As he reached the gates of Frostmaw, the Giant guards engaged him in conversation, too quiet and distant for anyone in the city to hear. Ultimately, they let him pass from Frostmaw and into the wilds of the southlands beyond. A moment later, a third giant, not one of the guardsmen, moved after the warrior, likely to assist him in disposing of the corpse. A while after they had disappeared into the mountains, smoke could be seen billowing up from a distant point. Perhaps they were burning the corpse? With the fire simmering and the smoke thinning, the Giant returned to his previous post but Krice remained out in the wild.

Lanara casts a sidelong glance at Rinn, pleased to see that the woman was healed and even offering her a joke. Though, it did cheer up Lanara, as she scoffs, though her expression seems amused. “Aye, you’re right. He was a very nice boy, and I guess I just felt lonely and insecure in the lands. So we struck up a friendship, though I didn’t know his heart and attention belonged to another. I will be fine, as he never knew my feelings towards him. I’m not even sure of what my feelings were…” Shaking her head, she responds to Rinn’s inquiry about her use of magic. “Oh! I’m a witch! I have been practicing since I could talk, really. I come from a long line of magic users, and it’s sort of second nature to me to help others.” A warm smile would pass over her lips at the pretty, fiery haired, woman. “I didn’t catch your name…” Her glance would pass from Rinn to Garrett, as she wasn’t properly acquainted with either, yet.

Rinn was not one to give out her name so she bypassed the question politely, Well perhaps a friendship first is always better. She'd wink once more before moving for her small coin purse that had caused all the trouble tonight, Thank you. She also wasn't one to give thanks very often, Have a bottle on me. And with that she tossed over the small bag of gold before turning back to Garrett, I'm feeling tired, darling. Maybe it's best we stay here tonight. Garrett did after all have room here in Frostmaw so with a nod in agreement he would offer the witch a smile of gratitude before carrying his lover off to bed.

Lanara catches the small bag of gold and arches a brow, noticing how quickly the woman dodged the name inquiry. “You don’t have to pay me for my services…” She starts, though her words are cut short, as the loving couple leaves her line of view.