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Never mistake tears for sadness...

Eva nodded in acknowlegement of woman's introduction though she wasn't so sure about the 'pleasure' part. Eva wanted no part in this...what 'this' was. She wanted to be riding home with the weapons of that thrice curst witch but alas, such a thing was far away from her. All the same, she might as well play friendly. Biting back her first response, she mulled over his words for a moment then sighed. He had a point, certainly, but...she was not yet resigned to this task. realizing this, she was immediately shamed though the play of emotions did not show on her face except for a small wince.

"A plan? I miss those. It has been a long time since I last stood among anyone respectable."

Her grin this time was genuine and inwardly she wondered what Uriel's reaction would be to being called 'unrespectable'.

...that will only bring you grief.

Heron shakes his head, "Here's what I'm thinking. If there is a weave distortion placed around it, then it is just a matter of setting the area surrounding the parcel to it's original state. I believe it's not the parcel itself that is smaller, but rather the space it exists in."

He nods and takes one of the shrunken parcels, placing it in front of him. He cracks his knuckles then places his hands over it, "I'll give it a shot. If it doesn't work then you can try Nay Nay."

He begins chanting, attempting to widen the space around the parcel.

Never mistake tears for sadness...

Eva barely resisted the somewhat bitter laughter threatening to escape her lips. She had no choice in this regard. She would follow her own orders until the completion of the task handed to her. Till then... Sighing, Eva pulls her bow over her shoulder then falls in step with the darker woman. She seemed interesting at least, and, more importantly, capable. A curiosity as well, if Eva was being honest. As the soldiers made their way toward 'home' --wherever that was-- Eva fished for some topic that she could begin with.

"Lovely weather, isn't it?"

...that will only bring you grief.

Ky chuckles to himself, amused at the quick wit of Talise. It was biting, yet at the same time jovial and pleasant. He looked around at the patrol that was on both sides of him. He was proud of not only his platoon, but the entirety of the Iron Fist. It had been a few years since he had defected from the Paladin's Rod, but he was sure that this was the right decision.

He slows down and lines himself up with Eva and Tali, "Well ladies, I suppose that since we are traveling together it'd be best if we got to know one another. How about you Talise, where do you hail from?" he asks, smiling politely.

{ - Iron Fist - }

The large band starts the journey east towards the current camp of the Iron Fist. As is standard practice, several of the mounted soldiers move separate from the main group and disappear into the distance. The main group continues partially on foot and partially by steed for a little over an hour. As the afternoon draws late, the mounted soldiers are spotted returning, and with them a few extra mounts for the new arrivals. They are welcomed cheerfully by the squad, who by now are quite weary of walking. There are not quite enough horses to go around so some of the newcomers must share a steed, but the strong arabians are more than capable of carrying a couple of the females at a time.

Once everyone is mounted, the group continues on at a much brisker pace. Sure enough, by nightfall they have reached their destination. Their arrival at the main encampment marks the largest gathering of Iron Fist troops in a single region. Ky knows that this arrangement will not last for long, as Johannes does not approve of sizable concentrations, or what he refers to as "welcoming targets". The group's presense is greeted by several, and once they feel everything has been secured once more, they begin assisting in unloading the wounded and weary.

Ky recognises the young man who scurries up quickly to meet him. Zack, often used as a messanger boy, gives Ky a breathless salute. "Sir! We are so glad you are back. Lord Johannes is in the medic tent with Commander Asmyrra. She's hurt pretty badly Sir. I've never seen her like this."

A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...

Talise notices the exchange between Ky and the young messenger boy. She could only guess what the subject of that conversation was. When he addresses them, she offers a nod in understanding, waiting for him to run off on whatever new mission that was calling to him. Her eyes flicker to the paler woman, who was being gently led away by another helpful soldier. Glancing at Eva now, she gives the woman a faint smile, her tone wicked. "Mmm hmm.. I'm sure he'll give her a real thorough 'check up' later on tonight." She giggles. "Come on.. let's roam." Glancing around them, she starts to idly wander the camp.

There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...

Never mistake tears for sadness...

"Hush you. I don't fancy getting on the bad side of my commander again. They give you nasty assignments when they don't like you."

She glanced towards Ky's receeding back then shrugged and followed Tali. She held little interest in roaming for the sake of roaming but this would allow her a chance to view the camp and gather information on the renegades. Perhaps with all these soldiers gathered she could find something of use. All the same, there was a part of her that wanted to follow Ky to the witch and finish the job.

...that will only bring you grief.