The man's tone caught the apprentice off guard at first, with the retort only giving rise to a rebellious urge to slip her hand away and call for the family guard, but Erin quickly cooled once under the chilly downpour. Her moment of childish indignation soon giving way to a growing curiosity and, subsequently, enthusiasm. What could someone as magically inclined as Nazhun possibly need from a few barely trained apprentices? It was a question which left the eager student's gut knotting with anticipation.<br/><br/>"It's a touch exciting, isn't it," a drenched Blackwood yelled over the whistling wind and rain, "dashing with all haste through the murky and dangerous streets of Lakeshire, all to offer whatever assistance we can to one of the city's most powerful mages?" Erin wasn't even sure the old soldier could hear as she semi-bragged while over-romanticizing the night. Her dark formfitting dress by then clinging wetly to her buxom figure, causing the apprentice to stumble uncomfortably forward as she was roughly dragged behind the balding warrior.<br/><br/>Coupled with John's hurried steps and the rain dripping her soaked locks over her eyes, Erin found herself completely reliant on the veteran guard's lead, with the only sign of other life a barely caught "dead people" from what she surmised was another group of vigilant watchmen. And yet, despite it all, she continued to speak as if completely oblivious of the dreary conditions.<br/><br/>"I could do without the staining of my boots and clothes, of course, but for once Nazhur might actually need us for something more than just a lecture or lesson... Why else call us out on such a<em>charming</em>night?" Even through the shouting, it was easy to tell her tone was filled with excitement. "He might even need some help conjuring a spell!"