The marked one seemed to deflate a bit, his inflated ego punctured by the sharpened edge of her censure. Katriel almost relaxed, satisfied that her point had been hammered home - but no. 'Direct your rage elsewhere, dragoness. I am not your enemy,' the other elf said. Katriel's lips curled as she bared her teeth at him, only just barely managing to avoid giving voice to the draconic rumble that vibrated in her throat. "That remains to be seen," she snapped - but was distracted from any further response as the dark-skinned halfling was abruptly shocked and electrified by the collar he'd been attempting to pry apart. As a bolt of lightning then struck the ground nearby.
Katriel blinked at Cade, her inquisitive mind instinctively shifting gears to focus on this newly discovered mechanism. A collar whose lock defended itself with teeth, capable of draining magic, that protested physical manipulation with electrocution? Rather a lot of work had been put into keeping them captive. All the more suspicious, then, that their cage had been so poorly reinforced. That there were no guards to prevent their escape. The entire situation raised the little hairs on the back of her neck. At least Cade had the good sense to stop playing with his collar; too many more lightning strikes would doubtless call attention to their escape.
She watched as the recently electrified man reached shaking hands into his pocket, and then pulled out a handkerchief that seemed to revitalize him. Interesting....especially as she caught the scent of a familiar woman on the square of fabric. So, he knew Eriar? Curiouser and curiouser. Though the other woman wasn't a friend per say, Katriel would not deny that she felt a certain kinship with the younger dragonkin. If the two were friends...well. Now she just had a vested interest in Cade's survival.
She fell silent and allowed the men to banter back and forth with questions both active and rhetorical. She was lost in thought and she tuned them out, her focus locked on the distant figures through the trees. She was not so distracted, however, that she failed to take note of the kossith's sudden change of being and bearing. She heard the kossith speak a word, watched as he stepped up behind the other ancient. In support? In acknowledged leadership? Katriel's eyes flashed and narrowed, but she lost the rest of the qunari's speech in the low register of his volume.
Alarm rang in her head, and her claws tensed at her sides. And when she moved forward, following Faelyn's lead, she made certain that she was behind him, and that she kept him in her sight at all times. She did not trust him, and at this point, she was all but convinced that he had something to do with their capture. She didn't know how, and she didn't know why...but in the end, that was rather inconsequential. She'd kill him if it meant that she kept her freedom, for she had no intention of being anyone's slave ever again.
tldr:// Katriel tells Faelyn that she does not trust him. She catches the scent of Eriar on Cade's handkerchief, and takes a more active interest in his survival. She overhears Kershaw refer to Faelyn as 'Arvaarad' and becomes even more suspicious. When she follows Faelyn into the fog, she is careful to keep an eye on him just in case he tries anything funny. Resolves to kill him 'just in case'.
Katriel blinked at Cade, her inquisitive mind instinctively shifting gears to focus on this newly discovered mechanism. A collar whose lock defended itself with teeth, capable of draining magic, that protested physical manipulation with electrocution? Rather a lot of work had been put into keeping them captive. All the more suspicious, then, that their cage had been so poorly reinforced. That there were no guards to prevent their escape. The entire situation raised the little hairs on the back of her neck. At least Cade had the good sense to stop playing with his collar; too many more lightning strikes would doubtless call attention to their escape.
She watched as the recently electrified man reached shaking hands into his pocket, and then pulled out a handkerchief that seemed to revitalize him. Interesting....especially as she caught the scent of a familiar woman on the square of fabric. So, he knew Eriar? Curiouser and curiouser. Though the other woman wasn't a friend per say, Katriel would not deny that she felt a certain kinship with the younger dragonkin. If the two were friends...well. Now she just had a vested interest in Cade's survival.
She fell silent and allowed the men to banter back and forth with questions both active and rhetorical. She was lost in thought and she tuned them out, her focus locked on the distant figures through the trees. She was not so distracted, however, that she failed to take note of the kossith's sudden change of being and bearing. She heard the kossith speak a word, watched as he stepped up behind the other ancient. In support? In acknowledged leadership? Katriel's eyes flashed and narrowed, but she lost the rest of the qunari's speech in the low register of his volume.
Alarm rang in her head, and her claws tensed at her sides. And when she moved forward, following Faelyn's lead, she made certain that she was behind him, and that she kept him in her sight at all times. She did not trust him, and at this point, she was all but convinced that he had something to do with their capture. She didn't know how, and she didn't know why...but in the end, that was rather inconsequential. She'd kill him if it meant that she kept her freedom, for she had no intention of being anyone's slave ever again.
tldr:// Katriel tells Faelyn that she does not trust him. She catches the scent of Eriar on Cade's handkerchief, and takes a more active interest in his survival. She overhears Kershaw refer to Faelyn as 'Arvaarad' and becomes even more suspicious. When she follows Faelyn into the fog, she is careful to keep an eye on him just in case he tries anything funny. Resolves to kill him 'just in case'.
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