Noticing Anastasia's complete lack of strength, Lewin frowned. He muttered a swift incantation under his breath, calling on water and earth, the stuff of blood and flesh, to lend strength. Anastasia could not hope to match Lewin's monstrous prowess, but as the very earth and sea gifted Anastasia with a small fraction of their power, the elven princess should feel invigorated - as if she had just finished a well-cooked breakfast on a crisp spring morning, after a good night's sleep. It would be obvious to anyone that the boost of strength was only temporary - what was more difficult to see was that Lewin himself was feeling the strain on his magical reserves.<span style="color: #808040">"We have to move quick if we want to be clear of the watchtowers before the guards regain a sense of control over the market area."</span>Two men, in their late teens by the look of it, strong of body and clearly more intelligent than the rest, approached Lewin, harpoons in hand.<span style="color: #0040FF">"If you're escaping by sea, take us. We're able sailors."</span>Lewin grinned at the men.<span style="color: #808040">"Alright, keep up."</span>They nodded, following the group.