<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">K’risti stared levelly at the farmer, wondering if a good person could care so little about the well being of his neighbors, didn’t he see that these kobolds would only continue to get bolder in the coming months without a proper deterrent? Wriggling her nose at the man’s brusqueness and his lack of answer to her questions, she merely gestured with her hand her readiness to proceed.</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">The catfolk Magnus insisted on retrieving her horse from the stables, leading it along to follow the farmer, staying several yards behind him, to the ruined tower in question. The horse had her crossbow and bolts, both much too heavy for her to be burdened with, however far too valuable to leave behind. Besides, when this task was behind them, perhaps Sir Kye and her self could seek shelter in this tower or under the stars tonight. She walked beside the Aassamar, sticking close to him provided a small modicum of calm to her balled up nerves. She felt safe with him, assured in his abilities to handle any crisis they might encounter.</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">She reached up and flicked Crysalis’ ear and in a low worried voice she said, “Stay alert you two, I have a bad feeling about this small job.” </span></em></span>