Ombaryn's eyes were dancing between the three men as they encircled her, she didn't even notice the copper pelted stallion that trotted up behind her. The three encircling her seemed to give pause however, eyes leaving her and trailing up to the mounted rider, she felt at first this was a trap and refused to follow there gaze instead relying on her sense of hearing to warn her of anything incoming for her from behind. But then the rider spoke up and from higher behind her than she'd expected. She spared a quick glance once her quarry had stalled out before her and to either side of her they were busy trying to answer the rider's question. So she took a moment to appreciate the view she'd been given chance to gaze upon.<br/><br/>"No ... sire ...  er ... lord" they seemed to be tripping over the proper way to address this man. His long white hair - which matched his stallions was a dead give away for who he was; but she felt she needed to find the fingerprint of the Dryade on his flesh - there signature markings that grew on their flesh rather than painted on. She quirked a brow though catching the tail end of the thug's stumbling words "Rather - this bitch is a Hunter - she has no law here! She shouldn't even be asking about for any information. Feather knows better than to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong"<br/><br/>"My nose belongs where Mine King sends me" She said suddenly in a burst of movement her glaive was at the man's throat the sharpened hook that was the staff's head was pressed to his neck and jade hazel eyes looked like green fire behind the mask. "I need not give a reason for being here - especially to thugs like you" She was getting fired up, she knew she needed to calm down. The men looked torn between attacking her and keeping on the good side of one of the Band Princes. If Ombaryn was thinking straight she might have picked up on this little tid bit of information. Sadly though she did not. The prince asked what she wanted and she couldn't help the devilish smirk that pulled her lips when she glanced back at him she stalled for a moment before replying.<br/><br/>"I have been sent as a representative to sit at this big meeting the 12 Bands are holding - and to speak with the Queen once this business is concluded. There has been much trouble on the Koredessi borders lately - and Our King feels that mayhaps your Queen of Thorns could help us to calm the raiders - and maybe even to source out who is behind it all. " She'd decided to place special emphasis on the 'Our King' bit hoping to dissuade any more attempts at a fight here - not that she was scared of these thugs, but because it looked like her real target was astride a horse. She mentally kicked herself for having gone and gotten herself in this little predicament. The three men eyed her intensely but when they glanced at the Banded Prince behind her they took better though and turned to leave. She felt a little let down - these men were spineless!<br/><br/>Once they'd made their leave however Ombaryn turned about to face the Prince, spun the glaive in place and set it standing by her side. She leaned her weight into the glaive and quirked a brow from behind the skull like mask. "Well helloooo there Prince" She said with a smirk at her lips and on her tone. Now that she was facing him she recognized the way he was riding - no reins in hand his legs making supple adjustments to keep his mount in place with legs alone. "So is this where I say Take me to your leader?" She said slowly sliding the mask up to sit it on the brow of her face, it's bill over hung her eyes a little and helped shade her eyes from the sunlight while green hazel hues appraised the man on the horse.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="922" data-username="@Ryuna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/922/">@Ryuna</a>tag ^.^