05-30-2019, 05:07 PM
Things were continuing to go about as well as Lita was expecting. Cecily just didn't trust the two of them and to that end there was little more she could say to try to change her mind. Not to mention the fact that since some of her companions were less weary of them was driving a wedge in the group. A knock came to the door and their serious discussion was brought to an end. Lita picked her sword back up and returned it to wherever it was she was keeping it.
"Well then we will be on our way. Come, Goldhardt." Lita stood and turned to leave with her armored companion clanking along behind her.
Lita had arrived in a rather stunning red dress that in many ways was a bit more modest than her normal attire. She had moved in and was mingling with various guests as if being at an event like this was second nature. Her current traveling companions had been told who she worked for and she wasn't going to let the fact that one of them wasn't too happy with her employer stop her from having fun and perhaps picking up some bits of information while she was there.
Meanwhile Goldhardt was standing over to at a wall looking over the evening's events. One might mistake the suit of armor for merely being decoration if it didn't move with every breath. Whoever or whatever inhabited it was making no effort to hide the fact that there was indeed someone or something inside of it.
"Well then we will be on our way. Come, Goldhardt." Lita stood and turned to leave with her armored companion clanking along behind her.
Lita had arrived in a rather stunning red dress that in many ways was a bit more modest than her normal attire. She had moved in and was mingling with various guests as if being at an event like this was second nature. Her current traveling companions had been told who she worked for and she wasn't going to let the fact that one of them wasn't too happy with her employer stop her from having fun and perhaps picking up some bits of information while she was there.
Meanwhile Goldhardt was standing over to at a wall looking over the evening's events. One might mistake the suit of armor for merely being decoration if it didn't move with every breath. Whoever or whatever inhabited it was making no effort to hide the fact that there was indeed someone or something inside of it.