"You don't need to remind me. There's a reason I don't live too close to the city," she says, slightly sarcastically, remaining quiet and letting Chess do the talking.<br/><br/>The lead guard is about to reply, to her first question, when she asks the second. "Aye! So you've heard of it, have you? Came like a fucking windstorm, out of nowhere. One minute, we're traveling along, the next, three horses are dead, my men are wounded, the the damn thing's driving us all away. It was either stand and be killed, or run... when it wasn't simply throwing us off the cliffs, itself!" Other members of the caravan look equally angry, and, for once, her race doesn't seem to matter, if she's going after the thing that wrecked their caravan.