<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #4040FF">Spirit</span></span><br/>She tried her best to not show surprise in her face, the long journey he must have had without food or water should have him on his back, yet he was ready as ever to slice people to bits, it would be an understatement to say she was impressed. Her wolves returned from the alleyway, licking there noses and muzzles. Sheathing her sword, and walking up to the guard with her dagger in him. She grabbed the small hilt and tugged it out. Sliding it also in her sheath, yet keeping her hand on it. "You are not curious as to why I freed you?" she asked, her voice only sightly muffled by the material of her scarf and eyes peering at the man.