Her thrashing brought attention, and of course, her shouts did as well. Lilah wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but she was certain she would find out soon enough. While originally, she'd hoped that her companion, Errol, would rejoin her, that was not the case. Part of her worried for the older man, but surely, harm hadn't come of him. She had to keep positive as her desperate attempts to free herself from the confines of her foe's arms grew more frantic and uncoordinated. It was only the push against her body that had her ceasing her movements, and a high pitched sound that mimicked a cry left her lips as she fell out of the hands that held her. Lilah fell to her knees, the ends of the dress she wore spread across the ground. Across her shoulder, she peered up at her savior, and watched with wide green eyes and alarm. Who was this person and what kind of weapon was he wielding? She scrambled toward the door, peering after the man, but before Lilah could ponder further, Errol returned to the scene with a look of distress written upon his face. The princess almost thought the sight comical as she watched the older gentleman take in the scene before her, but the action that was transpiring through the broken door had her held captive yet again.<br/><br/>She had never seen a man killed before, and the sight of the crumbling body speared by the blade had her retching. Quickly, she removed herself from the doorway, pushing her back against the wall of the inn. Her heart still raced inside of her chest, and Errol rushed toward her in a frenzy.<b>"Princess,"</b>he whispered, desperate to keep her true identity a secret in case these men were out to exploit her father for money or more.<b>"We will leave. I will find us somewhere more suitable to sleep."</b>He cast a negative glance over his shoulder at the individual in charge, and while he took Lilah's silence as agreement, that was hardly the case. The man that had saved her had re-entered the inn and stolen her attention. A thank you was certainly in order.<br/><br/><b>"Excuse me? Excuse me!"</b>Lilah pushed passed Errol, fighting off her companion's disappointed looks and whispers that told her to stay put. But when had Lilah ever listened to words such as those?<i>Never</i>. In fact, she despised restrictions and people of authority. Standing before him, Lilah lifted her chin and set her shoulders in a firm manner. Her hair stood in various places, the mess of her long, strawberry blonde braid loose and disturbed from her small skirmish with those fiends.<b>"Who are you? And why did you decide to save me?"</b>She asked those questioned quickly, her tone demanding of an answer before she gently continued.<b>"Not that I'm disappointed that I was saved, but I'll have you know that despite what you saw, I was not in <i>serious</i> trouble."</b>Her chin dropped after a long moment, lowering her glittering eyes to his face.<b>"But I do suppose I should thank you for your assistance."</b>She paused before giving a slight bow, not nearly as gracious as it likely should have been.<b>"So thank you. For helping me. Even though I had it handled."</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="51" data-username="@MercPhish" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/51/">@MercPhish</a>