<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa's jovial nature bled out of her as Giselle gave her the news - news threes weeks past. Her features contorted; confusion, followed by a desperate look, and settling upon indignation. All of her noble breeding and poise left her and Larissa was already on feet. "What?!" she shouted. She looked from Giselle to Kasala, her looks flashing between pleading and accusation. "I wrote Elaine not a...fortnight ago..."<br/><br/>She steadied herself against the table. Larissa was shift. Ruksavaan's Fang and Claw were secured on her belt in just a few shift motions. "Kasala," she said. "Pay for our meal. I need to get my horse." She moved swiftly toward the door and to the stables by the docks. The cloak she wore shifted in appearance from a plain, unassuming solid grey, to house the crest of her house: a pair of swords crossed in front of the visage of a blue-scaled dragon. She wanted no one to step in her path or get in her way.