Carrying back the mas of black and blue jade was not hard in her form; she could probably have carried the girl back too, if she'd taken her time.  Still, an hour later again, and she was in camp, where things were going... well, as to be expected.  Another Dragonblood, another assassin, the threat was made real once more, and everyone was curious.  She dropped her gear off as her father approached, not going to kiss him this time; now was<em>not</em>the time.<br/><br/>"Dragonblood, armed, yes.  But something doesn't add up." she said, referring to all of the gear she had just hauled up "No poison, no ranged weaponry, no assassin's tools... she's armed like a warrior, and there was but one of her.  What assassin carries this to slay an 'Anathema'?  And I don't know if you saw her, but she doesn't have an ounce of fat on her besides her breasts... Dynasts hardly have such well-formed bodies.  Were did they take her?  I want to talk to her..."