Syiera had no idea that their movements were being watched by their opponents' leader, and she graciously took the cloak that was offered to her, and removed her own. She sighed and anxiously rested her hand on her sword again, her hand opening and closing around the pommel, using it as a source of release.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040ff">"I pray that tonight will go well for us, that we will be victorious in our battle, finish what we need to, and return home to a pint of ale, a song, and a hero's praise. We cannot allow for our enemies to overtake us and force us to give up our homes."</span>She smiled and waited for the silent acknowledgment from those who were going with them on this mission.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040ff">"When you're ready, little sister, we will leave."</span>She wrapped a protective arm around her younger sister and kissed her cheek lightly.