<strong>“ …..and you will go down in history as a hero...”</strong><br/><br/>It had been those words that had really caught her attention. To be a hero? To be mentioned in tales that would be spun for ages? Now that... held drawing power.<br/><br/>Amyr had arrived in Dalos for the simple reason of replenishing her supplies, and found that the Fair was in full swing. A mild annoyance, as it wasn't as easy to slip into the town and out again with meeting but a few people. She did get noticed. She was a huge imposing figure upon a massive bay warhorse that stood 17 hands. Both horse and rider were massively muscle bound. When Amyr and her steed Felorian entered any town, they were noticed. Whispers followed her wherever she went. Few approached her directly, but for the occasionally man who thought it his duty to remind her she was but a mere female. Such fools learned their lesson quickly.<br/><br/>At the moment, she stood a ways away from the stage, under a large oak, watching the red haired lady spin her tale. She had her cloak on, and she was covered from head to toe, the cowl up to shadow all of her face but a tease of red lips, and the hint of a scar. Tendrils of white hair occasionally escaped the cowls confines. Felorian was impatient, snorting and chewing upon her shoulder, yet she merely lifted a hand to smooth long fingers through his ebon forelock. Were any close enough to her they would perhaps hear the low crooning she offered to her most loyal and loved companion. Behind her back it would be noted the twin sword hilts poking through a special made slit in the cloak. She stood a massive silent sentinel as hidden hues watched the proceedings unfold before her...<br/><br/>The red haired woman finishing her tale and making her way off stage, only to be accosted. Things moved rather quickly from there. A shiver unseen would travel through her body as she felt rather then heard magic move through the air, and her gaze flicked to Oberym. Then a young woman simply began shrieking, accusing the man who had laid hands upon the bard of infidelity. Amyr never moved from her spot beneath the tree, having a rather wonderful view of the proceedings.  Ice blue eyes none could see continued to sweep the crowd, a scowl working across the brow none would witness. And there, movement would be detected underneath the stage that the bard had just recently occupied. Interesting...<br/><br/>Still, Amyr remained where she was. Oh, the mercenary was very interested in this little adventure that the bard wished to begin, but at the moment, Amyr refused to intervene. Felorian would paw at the ground, chewing upon her cowl now, and she would turn her attention to her steed, murmuring softly. “ Calm yourself. You're annoying. We'll speak to her when we can get close without such a huge crowd. I have a good feeling Fel. We'll talk to her soon..I promise..”