Anna
Elsabet Olson
Outside Monustes, Northern Terresol and wishing she had slept in.

With the softest smile she had gracing her mature features, the mercenary went to hold out her hand to the young man,"Ser Elsabet Olson, and your-" She began, before her words were rudely interrupted by what appeared to be two bumbling fools with weapons.

At first, she stayed fairly calm, until a bolt was aimed towards Cú's dumb little face and a hand went immediately to the hilt of her long sword, an anger flashing across her face at the strangers. She knew little common tongue, only picking up the word for "Dog" Until the men clarified in soltongue.

Cú was indeed a hunter. Not that they needed to know that. Elsabet adjusted the way she stood, making herself look bigger, though at nearly six foot and nearly towering over the men it wasn't like she needed to try."Maith is no king to me - and who are we to trust the word of two men who've their weapons drawn and pointed before even a hello?"

With her eyes narrowed, she watched the girl on the horse as she turned the horse and began to trot back. She didn't look like much. She was small, looked like any other islander though relatively unassuming. 

When the islander girl dismounted and yelled over her voice went through Elsabet's head despite not understanding a word she said. Gods, how the boy behind her had travelled with her was a mystery. Elsie would have had to fight the urge to drive her through.

Turning to him, she looked at Cleos with his hand on the hilt of his sword and a breath escaped through her nose."There is honour in walking away from a fight, you know." She told him.

*May the gods give me strength*, she thought, already sensing the fight.
Karen
Quinn and Goodwine Wallaice
Outside Monsutes

"No." Goodwine Wallai smiled widely, his upper lip splitting to expose a high silver dogtooth. Quickly, he grappled the boy, bringing his cutlass to his throat. "We don't 'ave to fight each other." He could feel the apple of the boy's throat against the side of his blade. The Islander looked to Violet and shook his head. "Did you really wrap up this poor boy in your business? Does he even know who you are? What kind of a monster you are?" His eyes lit up as he disavowed her, but he quickly squinted his eyes and lowered his head as the boy began to whisper something in his native language. 

"He's _praying._" Goodwine jerked the boy hard, kicking him in the back of his knee to bring him to the ground. "You've made 'im _pray_ to 'is Gods for you." The Islander looked to Quinn, who despite waving around a crossbow, was actually appearing quite reasonable in comparison. 

Quinn continued to look over at the Knight, speaking in her native tongue. He had an innocent look to him, a curtain of rusty brown hair came over his pale forehead, and his accent was that of a Feyshoreman. He was particularly studied in Soltongue. 

<"All we seek,"He began, <"Is to return her to Tonate Proper, where she will await the King's justice and pay her debt to the family she destroyed. The man she killed had a family and children, it seems only just that she's brought before them. Those must be in your vows somewhere. Even if they were just Islanders, they deserve peace. They are like you and I in that, no? That must be in your vows.">

It was only after explaining themselves to the woman that Quinn could see Goodwine looking at him. "Ah." He paused and narrowed his eyes at Cleos, <"Did you know she's a child killer?"
Heather
"Nah, he hadn't th' faintest idea. Pretty gullible that one is. He'll believe any story you feed him, but what can you expect from a shitblood with a pig brain? Doesn't know anythin'." She chuckled, her eyes briefly flitting over to Cleos before settling back on the two men. Oddly enough, she had opted to speak in commontongue rather than her native tongue. "He was more of a meat shield honestly. Thought about just leavin' him, but I think I ought t' just kill all of you now. Cover my tracks n' all that. Maybe even th' whole town. Your little stunt really just blew up in everyone's faces." Once again, her gaze moved back over to Cleos, maintaining the contact for slightly longer. 

The redhead gave them a saccharine smile and very slowly put a foot forward. "This standoff is borin'. The other people Bradai sent at least had a flair for th' dramatic. Why don't one of you guys do somethin' first? Impress me."