<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn nodded a greeting once she finally noticed the mage watching her. She stopped practicing for the night, sheathing her blade into the leather scabbard. She stood there for a couple of brief moments, her hands behind her hand as she caught her breath while listening to Merlin speak, following his gaze towards the camp.</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"Not much." The rogue answered. "He's more at ease and eager to enter the city as soon as possible but that's it." She sighed in defeat. "That's the only emotion he is allowing other's to see. Normally, I can see beyond that but trying to read him is like reading a book filled with blank pages." She elaborated, shaking her head. She knows the mage and the rest of their little group was greatly concerned about Lord Briarwood and she couldn't blame them, she is uneasy as well. "One thing is for certain, there's something amiss with whatever is in the package. You can feel it too, can't you?"</span></div>