"And you'd find yourself in a dungeon," she retorted with a sharp snap and glare, "This night is horrid enough without having some grouch intent on forcing me to dwell on the bad. Or would you prefer an apprentice be jittery before dealing with potentially dangerous spells?" By now any hint of excitement had been fully quashed and replaced by a touch of annoyance and anger. Clearly talking with the soldier wasn't going to be the best distraction and so Erin simply tried to focus on her own thoughts as they moved, prodding the possibilities of why Nazhun would call. She had her doubts that it was to help in the casting of a spell, seeing that none of the apprentices were at a suitable level, but there was little else she could consider that would warrant their assistance.<br/><br/>Erin paid the searching watchmen little heed as the group of soldiers wandered into the alley, lamps alit. It had become quite a familiar sight in a place like Lakeshire, where all manner of crimes and beasties ran rampant, and thus bordered on disturbingly dull. Hopefully, by some miracle, that was the reason behind Nazhun's summoning. Perhaps he had found the solution to Lakeshire's steadily increasing troubles. It was a stretch but the apprentice remained optimistic nonetheless.