<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"Would it be rude of me if I slit yo-" Brynn spat at the cleric before being unexpectedly cut off by Ragnar's hand on her arm, pulling her out of the tent and away from the cleric. She gritted her teeth before she was finally able to escape from the brute's grasp, pushing him away once exiting the tent. "What the hell was that for?" She demanded.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Let's not make her our enemy." Ragnar replied calmly, rubbing his arm where she had repeatedly struck him in order to break free. "What was that back there? That was not like you to do that." He continued, studying her as she paced a few times.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"You hardly know me so back off." She growled. "Don't you have someone you should be looking for?" She snapped at him. "Farkas was it?" And with that, she turned around and disappeared, walking off in search of Merlin, leaving Ragnar standing there puzzled. He shook his head before rejoining Finny and Vesper.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Need help?" Brynn asked quietly as she cautiously approached the mage.</div>