Flipping up the hood to cover her dark hair, Lydia answered him evenly,<br/><br/>“I am ready now. There is not much that I need that I can not generate.”  In her carpet bag were several pouches: one with salt, one with gold, one with fire starters: one with small candles and many smaller ones with various herbs. With her book and her skills, she was fearless.<br/><br/>Lydia searched the forest green eyes and had someone been observing, they would have seen what looked like sparks flying from her amber ones. He promised to take her to the outskirts of town, asking if she understood.<br/><br/>“I understand much and see more,” she replied, watching him scan the outside through the window. “I know that you had better know where I end up because you will need me, soon. You will need to remember the name of Lydia Childs. Think you that I am some helpless mortal? I am mortal, yes I will bleed and die but while I live ancient power flows through my veins. I am here in this time to act as stop gap to this evil.”<br/><br/>Lydia was incensed because he didn’t appear to be gaping at her in wonderment or in awe. He was treating her like some hapless young girl.<br/><br/>“You know, we don’t have to go out the window. There is a passage behind the wardrobe that goes to the forest, where my Granny had a herb cottage. Do you think that route might be safer? Or did we wish to destroy some of the nobles before the sun rises?” Her voice was cool and even, almost bored as she suggested they might have a common purpose and that danger was an every day<br/>