At the pretty and smart comment, Mylanna blushes and she smiles.  The smile and blush quickly fades as the Sunite keeps speaking.  Her counter argument as sound and made perfect sense.  Her only defense was her story, and there as no one to corroborate it.   In fleeing te city when the attack was discovered, merely looked to confirm her guilt.  Her shoulders droop, head titling down, she had little doubt that she would be found guilty and executed.  When the guard entered her head rose, er training as a scout taking hold as she readied for a fight.  At the words of the attack on Lars, her eyes and face burned with a combination of anger and fear.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Wait for <strong>us</strong> to get there, have a cleric cast a sending to notify me of any updates."</em></div><br/>Even as she started to open the door, Mylanna stood and presented her bound wrists.  As the manacles fall away, she rubs her wrists.. though not tight, they had still chaffed her skin.  She accepts her gear with a mouthed thanks and quickly gears up, though she expets the final show will see her transform to finish off the werecreature.  "We should first go to where Lars was attacked so I can get it's scent... then there is no place I cannot track it," she says, stepping from the cell.  At the introduction, she says, "it is indeed a pleasure to meet you Lady Yuria of Sune."  She thinks about kissing Yuria, but time was of the essence, so she turns towards the door to the dungeon and starts out.