Carolyn
"It was... Dark, not very well kept. Seemed like a low-budget jail. The metal is old and rusted, though some spots are a dark grey instead. I'd say about an hour from the cell to the gallows, on a horse cart."

"Alright. Thank you. Which way?"

*Looking up to the sky, Yakaiyo can see the setting sun in the West. Lymia was... East?*

"I presume East. The cell is most likely west. They wouldn't hold criminals so close to the border."
Fay
The jackal seems to regard Yakaiyo's words, humming deeply in thought. Blackened claws knead the scruff of his neck, his intense gazed affixed on the treton woman. **"Aye, it's a few ways off to the east from here. Will you be able to walk? We will have a bit of ground to cover by nightfall."**

He moves down toward a nearby mangled corpse of a town guard, kneeling before it. Undisturbed by his own morbid handiwork leaving behind a viscous puddle of blood on soot, he pilfers a few weapons, including a shortsword, alongside a longbow and quiver. **"You mentioned you can handle yourself with a few weapons, did you not? Oh, and..."** He reaches for the familiar flask from his bandolier, offering the half-finished liquor to Yakaiyo. **"Not quite as effective as water for hydrating, but it will have to do until we reach the riverside."**
Carolyn
"Well, we'll see. I should be able to keep up a decent pace, unless I pass out along the way."

*Short sword, bow. The weapons she was used to. The bow was a bit too big for her liking, but she could wield it well nonetheless. Her own weapons were two short swords, though far less bulky than these Silnarian ones, but equips 2 nonetheless, slinging the bow and quiver over her shoulder.*

"Yeah, I can handle a few of the lighter ones. Thanks. Better than water for me; it helps block out the memories."

*Yakaiyo soon chugs the liquor inside the bandolier, not stopping, not even to breathe. Once she finishes, she hands the flask back to the canifor, beginning to walk east.*

"If I do pass out, I hope you're bringing me there."
Fay
A vague mirthless smirk flashes at the corners of the jackal's lips upon watching Yakaiyo chug down the liquor voraciously. Hell knows how long the woman was left without food or water, considering she was being sent to the gallows. 

**"Mhm... Liquor's useful for a few things. Numbing unpleasant memories is one of them."** He agrees, fixing the position of his own recurve bow across the shoulder. He moves towards the town gates, retrieving the black duster coat he'd tossed along with his previous dramatic entrance and covering himself in it.

**"I won't make promises I cannot keep, aside from *Trying* To keep you alive through this. Word of what happened here will spread fast and we'll have pursuers in our tail before long. For all I know, they might even risk their treaty with Lymian if it means a chance to capture me."**
Carolyn
"Well, trying's all I need. I can't expect everything handed to me on a silver platter. Seems like we'll have to move quickly then."

*Yakaiyo picks up a spear from one of the fallen guards. Not only was it a bit better than dual wielding short swords, but she wanted something she could brace herself against just in case she became even more light-headed than she already was.*

"What's up with... You know. That metal doesn't look like anything that can be forged easily, and part of it just... Disappeared?"
Fay
**"Far from that, really. Make no mistake, I play saviour to no one out the goodness of my heart. You are alive because your abilities might be of use to my ends."**

He retorts with a mirthless frown, leading the way off into the wilderness of Silnaria's frontier. This far from Ulnoor, nature had remained verdant and undiluted, a winded forest path stretching ahead of them a few meters away from the town's entrance. 

**"This?"** He holds one forearm arm, where a hollow spot laid between the side of his wrist, keeping a seemingly furled mass of aberrant stygian metal. With a clench of his fist, the metal gradually begins to unfurl and expand on either direction, reforming the aberrant blades he had used to dispose of his foes one by one. **"I'll give you a hint. I was not *Born* With those."**
Carolyn
*The treton's right eyebrow is raised at the mention of her ability.*

"Have I really killed that many? It doesn't seem like a lot. They just all blur together."

*So that's why he was here. It made sense. No one else would storm an execution in order to save a witch. It was because of the tales he had heard, the witch, wielding bow and blade, horrible marks left on bodies with children scarred forever. The black-robed woman that stalked the night.*

*Revenant's armblades were impressive and intimidating, to say the least. Serrated, dark metal expanding from his forearm. There was no possible way it should have fit, but it did.*

*Yet he wasn't born with them. Were they grafted, somehow.*

"How exactly did you get them, then? I presume some surgery?"