Vincent had just released his bird when he turned to Sal<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000"> "Malphas will aid us in our search"</span>He spoke briefly before looking into the stables, a couple of black feathers from his bird landing on the ground nearby. as cincent turned his head. It wasn't much of a break, they would be off again, and on horses, they would arrive at goldenlake by sundown. Vincent looked up, it was barely morning, he preferred to travel by night, then again, he was used to and benefited from darkness, as Sal probably knew from his reputation as The Shadowwalker. Vincent took a couple steps forwards, pausing as something caught his attention. There was the sound of a clamor, people running, shouting. Then, that feeling again, looks like the last chosen might have found them, and was heading straight for him. The bird needn't travel far.<br/><br/>The male turned his body around just in time for another body to collide with his own<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"oof"</span>The mage grunted as a female body slammed into his, knocking him a few steps backwards, though luckily he was able to prevent himself from falling down with his staff, bracing himself at the last second with the ebony pole. Vincent regained his bearings as quickly as he could before taking in what had happened, a rather young looking female was shat had hit him, and she was being chased by several men, all dressed in rags and wielding rather pathetic weapons. Vincent corrected himself, casting a glare at her and then up at the thugs that had been following her. The female took no time, shouting something about her bringing backup. Vincent cast a glance at Sal, looking utterly confused, a priceless look of confusion on his face as he glanced at the older male for help before finally realizing what she had meant. They were her 'reinforcements', Vincent took a moment to curse his life as a hermit and took a step forward, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"You, I hope you are ready to explain yourself after this"</span>He growled, looking down and giving her a glimpse of those eyes under his hood before taking a step forward.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Sal, call lucrecia, we may need her aid, I fear if I use one of my spells, I may cause collateral damage"</span>Vincent 's lips rose in a dark smirk as he raised his staff, gripping it in both hands, he didn't need spells against such poorly armed and even moreso badly trained enemies, it would simply be a waste of mana when Vincent could simply use his Staff to beat them down. The warlock lowered his stance<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Very well then, it looks like trouble comes to find us"</span>There was still sufficient shadows to use a spell if he needed to, but Vincent felt that if Lucrecia joined them, that would not be needed.