"I shall look forward to discussing these things together with you later." The dwarven man bowed his head in a polite manner, watching Tehr heading out and returning his attention to his immediate surroundings. As Tehr made his way back towards his home, the young nobleman was travelling a somewhat-busy road but it was apparent the guards had picked up the pace. There were patrols here and there, keeping eyes on things, and no pick-pockets attempted to get in his way on the path back towards Hewthorne Hall.<br/><br/>The journey was peaceful enough, but returning to the house there was no signs of horses present other than his own faithful steed. What was different though was a halfling man speaking politely with Tera near the main gates, her expression seeming thoughtful but her eyes watching the man seriously. A sheathed longsword rested on her hip showing she was armed and ready for trouble as well. As Tehr approached, the halfling man bowed and turned to leave, while Tera straightened her back having been leaning ahead somewhat while chatting with the lad. Her hands brushing her back, she arched forth a bit, the leather of her vest hugging the pert bosom firmly, her eyes shifting towards the nearby steps, and widening on realizing he had returned.<br/><br/>"Ahh, welcome home Master Tehr." She smiled and nod her head. "I had a member of the House Ravos drop by to bring some belongings for their clan-mates that are arriving soon. I had the packages brought in and a bit out of sight, but they're stored away in crates for now. Also a note that Lady Emily will expect to be busy with something for the next week's time and may not be able to visit you, but hopes to correct that oversight later." She offered a friendly smile. "The food is getting ready, the young miss is taking a bath currently, and we got a shipment of fine pork-cuts from the young lad that works with the dwarven butcher as well." Her smirk was a relaxed one, as she laid out a report of the state of things.<br/><br/>Thing was, as she was speaking a series of steps could be heard nearing them. Her eyes widened as she suddenly cussed, grasping Tehr and yanking him ahead and spinning around. Blood splattered onto Tehr's face, as a sword's tip protruded from Tera's vest over her left breast, before yanking back out. The elven woman's eyes clenched shut, a man in black cloth wearing a hooded cloak and a mask slashing a shortsword to the side to splatter the blood off of it to the ground.<br/><br/>"Die, Mage..." He hissed as he turned his blade towards Tehr again. Behind him, two other cloaked figures were closing in fast, each drawing out a shortsword as they neared. The street itself seeming abandoned other than him, Tera, and them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> -- Combat Shift -- <br/>Tehr is facing 3 figures, 1 mere 10 feet away with Tera between him and them, Tera looking somewhat stunned and seriously injured, but not dead. The attack was a critical hit but not enough to drop her. The others are 40 feet away, rushing from a darkened alleyway across the street and to the side. On that note, the 2 following fellows give off a less imposing presence than the one that closed in. Unfortunately that is because the one up close is giving the impression of someone that is a credible threat.<br/><br/>Still, figure the next part could be either handled on Instant Messages and posted in summary, or played out here. Either way, the battle is on. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lszli4Wtiig)<br/></div></div>