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Upon hearing Brant complain about only knowing the bare minimum, Rose's face hardened as she tried to not appear frustrated with him, "Brant, you must understand--there is limited information on the armor and sword of Gwânen. They were forged and enchanted in the first age, centuries before...

Rose sat up a little straighter, and then turned with a look of mild surprise on her face towards Brant, "What do you mean?" She asked, "What have I kept from you? You know we seek the Shield, and that it's powerful, but dangerous. And you know--at least in brief--the history of the Hidden...

After taking her supplies from where they were stowed, the healer stepped away for a few moments, and when she returned, Rose removed her shirt so the healer could have access to her wound, and sat calmly while her wound was tended to. It certainly was not the first time she had been in this...

Rose raised an eyebrow as she walked into the building after Rose. Brant always seemed to enter before she did, and she couldn't fathom why. If there was danger ahead, it would be much easier for her to fight them off. Brant was a skilled human shield, sure, but in Rose's estimation, sending...

"It's a shadowmark, or the--secret language of my people. I mean--" she gestured to the star she wore on her chest, "it's easy t'go years without seeing each other, so we have t'communicate by others means. That one," she nodded back towards the building, "means rangers are not welcome. Any...

"I'm sure we can, and I'm sure you will, but I want you t'be prepared. You may be surprised t'see how different it is out there, when the sun is beating down on you, and you have walked since dawn. I have spent a great deal of time in both--don't think I seek t'daunt or mislead you." She then...

"Clean up," Rose repeated, a wry smile playing at her lips, "I have a fragment of a blade in my arm, and I'm not sure if damp towels and bandages will do much for it. I'm not concerned about infection, since I am elfkind, but it still needs to be removed, one way or another." She glanced...

"You cheat at your own game," Rose said bluntly, but not unkindly, as she had only asked two questions--if the woman chose to say where the shield was, and the location of the city, that was her buisness, but Rose only asked if the shield was nearby. Still, she wasn't one to complain about...

Rose frowned when the woman said she didn't recognize the dagger and tucked it away. It was a disappointing answer, but not detrimental. Of course she would prefer to know what other group was seeking the shield, but it was nonetheless the least pressing of her tasks. She took a moment before...

Three questions. Rose took a moment, even after Brant had nudged her and urged her to ask, but if she was limited to only three, she needed to come up with the correct ones, "I don't like games," She said, as she pondered, but at last she pulled from her possessions the dagger she had taken...

When the old woman finally changed her mind, Rose sighed, and as she hopped back over the counter to follow the woman, she quickly said, "Hannon le. Thank you." She carried all of her belongings with her, and passed quietly into the backroom. She was deeply relieved, and barely glanced at...

Rose furrowed her eyebrows when the woman refused to listen to her. She was standing there in front of her bruised, bleeding, and scarred, and had identified herself as a member of the organization which stretched back to before the days of humans, and wanted only to take a moment to rest and...

"We apologize," Rose said, sighing, and holding her hands up to show she held no weapons, "We meant no harm." Rose was genuine, but deep down, she was annoyed. She had done all of her checks like she was supposed to, she knocked, she called out, she rang the bell, she examined the...

"These bottles are covered in dust," Rose said, noticing the look on Brant's face, "whoever they belong to are not likely to miss them." After gathering what she felt necessary, she came and sat beside Brant and set the bottles on the ground. She then removed her cloak, and using her left...

The light was dim, but Rose could see as though it were bright. She walked amongst the crates and books, and made her way to the counter. She rang the bell on the counter. Still there was no response. "It seems nobody is home," Rose hummed. There were artifacts in the glass counter, but...

"Do you still think my job is fancy?" Rose asked, chuckling lightly despite everything. This was, broadly speaking, a normal day for her. She didn't always get into back ally fights, and there were days--weeks, even--where she didn't battle anyone at all, but if you were to look at her year...

Rose picked up one of the men's daggers and turned it over in her hand. The handle was twisted, and one side of the hilt pointed upwards, the other pointed down. The blade was chipped, and was engraved in a language which looked like a corruption of the elven speech, "definitely not simple...

As soon as Brant was kicked, Rose loosed her arrow, and this time it found its mark. The attacker exhaled suddenly, and backed up, an arrow shaft sticking out of his chest. She then fired at the others, and every arrow hit. She did her best not to hit them in their lungs or heart, because...

As soon as she heard the footsteps, Rose had her hand on the hilt of her sword (only because it was less obvious than reaching for her bow), but before she could bid Brant to stand with her, he had already taken off running into danger. If only he hadn't attempted to flee, she may have been...

The dark alley didn't seem to bother Rose. She wasn't naïve, and she could tell it was dangerous, but she was used to danger. She had hundreds of years of danger. But she could see Brant was, and she stood beside him, and put her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Courage, Brant, if something...