Leara was not impressed by the man and his foul disposition. The way he spoke to her made her feel like she were a child, and frankly, she had to hold her tongue to keep from speaking her mind. With the same token, she forced herself to remember that he was an earthling, by all definitions of the word, and hopefully the Elders and what not were correct in their assumption that David held some unknown power that would correct the imbalance in the world. Leara's face remained impassable, relaxed to the best of her ability, but the way David's tone fluttered around her as he demanded she stop using the curiosities imposed upon her from her youth forced an eyebrow to arch high upon her face.<b>"Illusions are not magic. They are illusions. Magic is a living, breathing, tangible thing that's present in the souls of every living being. If you opened your eyes and stopped with this disbelieving nonsense, then perhaps you'd see the difference too."</b>Leara teetered on her toes, looking about the large room to see what else was around her. Things were different, curious.<br/><br/><b>"Help you how, David?"</b>Leara said with a shrug. Her hands came up above her waist in exasperation, obviously the first signs of her annoyance.<b>"I am just here to ensure your travels are safe through the portal. Aside from that, I am as useless in altering my own life as I am in helping you correct your own."</b>She was nothing special - just a warrior trained in the basics of combat, no real skill with anything side from her short sword attached to her usual garments.<b>"If you want someone to fix it for you, you'd be better off asking someone else. I am just a messenger."</b>Leara crossed her arms and watched as David reached for the drink that she'd abandoned. She continued to watch as he finished it then proceeded passed her. What she wasn't prepared for was the impact of his shoulder against her own, and Leara grit her teeth together to stop from reacting. Physical touch was not something she was familiar with, and the impact jostled her a bit.<b>"Careless."</b>She muttered, straightening herself once more as she waited on David to get another drink. Leara was patient - probably more so than any of the other warriors she'd trained with - but David was irritating, disbelieving, and way too whiny for her tastes. At least, that's what she thought at the moment.<br/><br/><b>"Fine. One more drink and then we will be on our way." </b>Leara replied, walking around the room and looking at the various items here and there as she waited on him to finish his third Corona.<b>"We will go through a magical portal that connects my world to yours. It will not be painful, just strange, and once we are in Eldorath, you mustn't wander away from me."</b>Leara turned to give him a wicked grin.<b>"This world is tame compared to home. Would be a shame if you were mauled before the High Priestess could speak with you at the citadel." </b>She turned back to her curious roaming with a chuckle. Pausing with her hand trailing down a bookcase, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise and a cold chill run down her spine. Her instincts were not on par with some of those that she knew back in Eldorath, but they were still much better than those not from her part of the world. Something was not right, and as she drowned up the mundane day to day noises in the cabin and surrounding her, Leara heard the throaty whistle of an enemy alerting his comrades to David's location.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to move across the room and grab his elbow. Her grip was strong on his arm as she attached herself to him and quickly asked,<b>"Time has run short, I'm afraid. Do you have another exit besides the door I entered? We will be leaving. Quickly."<br/>
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