Patience was a virtue that Leara did possess, and so she settled on her heels, regardless of how wrong David was, and waited for him to ready himself for departure.<b>"Through your room. I would much prefer if we avoided any risks and had a smooth journey."</b>Her face remained expressionless, just as it had been before, but there was a sense of urgency behind her words. A breakfast whistle was not the sound she'd heard, but the gruff voice of a man that terrorized the people within Eldorath resonated within her ears instead. It amazed her at how dull David's senses were compared to those of her own. Perhaps time on Earth had made humans lazy.<br/><br/>Leara allowed David to direct her to his room, and then toward the "slider" as he'd called it. At first, it had looked like nothing but an open doorway, but as Leara approached it, it was obvious that glass coated it. With the lock pulled and the handle used to open it, Leara took her first step outside and began to scout around the lake.<b>"Keep your voice low and do not fall behind, unless, of course, you'd like to find out if that was a breakfast whistle indeed."</b>Leara did hold a wicked sense of humor, and she smiled to herself as she dangled the sense of unknown in front of David like a carrot in front of a horse. Either he could trust her or he could not, but either way, she would not be held responsible if he were to fall into the hands of another group desperate for the same power that she was.<br/><br/>At first, things had seemed clear. She toed a bit further out of the safety of the cabin, approaching a large cluster of trees that would offer her and David some shelter if he chose to follow her. But as the seconds ticked by, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Just as she approached the first branches, a figure in a large black cloak moved from the shadows and stood before her. Leara swallowed hard, but came to a stop as she faced her foe head on.<b>"Be gone, you foul scum. His lordship has already been spoken for."</b><br/><br/>To most, it would appear that his words were not spoken, but to Leara, she heard them clear as day inside of her head. The only physical indication that the figure spoke was the view of a twisted grin on his face as he watched the blonde woman stand her ground. There was no mistaking the malicious intent behind his expression, either.<br/><br/>His words were understood, though.<i>Eldorath will be destroyed. You'd be wise to save yourself, girl, and hand him over quickly. There's no sense in prolonging the inevitable.<br/>
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