<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Upon seeing the two riders at the edge of the woods, K’risti placed her hand gently on Kye’s arm and whispered in Celestial, “They are Beldak and Hextehe, let’s move back to where they are.” She pulled on the farmer’s arm ushering him away from the clearing and into the cover of the dark thick trees. Once there she purred softly, “You should return to your family, see they are safe, and pray for us to receive a blessing. These are friends of ours and together with your god’s fine grace; I will return Betsy to you in the morn’.”  She patted his arm and watched him retreat back the way they had come. </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;">Leading Kye onward to where the other Order’s pair was dismounting, and once there, she introduced him, “Hail Brothers, this is Sir Kye, my Guardian”, she said proudly in whispered silky tones. “This is Hextehe,” indicating the large heavily armored lizardman, “and Beldak,” gesturing to the cleric. “A fine priest with a bit of a chip on his shoulder, I’m afraid. Follower of St. Cuthbert, Hand of Retribution and Justice, Righter of Wrongs, Corrector of Misdeeds.” She smiled at her fellow Magnus, “Hextehe is the rock and Beldak is the hard place.”</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 looked up adoringly at her Guardian, “My protector, is Aassamar,” once again speaking his race with the old Celestial pronunciation, “a true Guardinal.” Again she spoke proudly of his heritage and nature. </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;">“We are here to rescue a cow, save a farm, some beautiful farmer’s daughters' virginity, and to teach a few kobolds proper manners, and the consequence of stealing from others.” She said this in her silky purr, with a sense of nobility about their cause for being here. However, she then lowered her eyes slightly in deference to the two other of her Order, “We yield to your experience and wisdom on this endeavor”, the words were soft and respectful and her catfolk whiskers twitched softly as she looked up to receive their instructions.</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;">Then she inserted slyly, “We were about to gather intelligence on the interior of this structure, in order to locate our quarry.”</span></em></span>