<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000bf"><b>L</b>ance stood slowly, and released his weapon's handle. Folding his arms over his chest, he gazed over the cloaked man. Letting his face grow expressionless once more as he shook out the clouding feelings of pride. Wrinkles formed in the deep blue cloak as it slipped to cover his shoulders. Like curtains it remained hung up on the sword so simply strapped to his belt. <i>"As if I meant you harm, </i>Elder." The guardian flicked back, his voice sharp with confidence. <i>"It is as you said, I am a Guardian, not a lowly grunt."</i> He cast his gaze on the direction the werewolf had escaped to. Piercing the treeline with his keen pair of eyes, searching to see if perhaps she still lingered near the manor.</span>