Cyrille's tension faded when she heard Aerylinne's confirmation of her well-being, and she returned to her far more dignified self after wiping away the blood from her sword with a handkerchief from her pocket. The highwaymen had crawled to the side of the road, though she paid them no mind once they were out of the way. "Of course, Miss Esther," she answered to her charge.<br/><br/>Before she climbed into the carriage's front seat, however, she had a flash of a memory pop up in her head, and she turned back to the bandits. Snatching from the hands of the leader his sword and its sheath, Cyrille sighed through her nose. "That's better," she said quietly, then took her seat and the reins, setting both of the swords between her and Aerylinne.<br/><br/>"Scum such as they are undeserving of holding a fine blade," she explained as they headed off.<br/><br/>Once they were down the road a ways, Cyrille asked, "What school of magic do you practice? Abjuration would have been the first to come to my mind, but it seems you have more tricks up your sleeve than that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>