Private Into the (totally legitimate) woods

[Valkur]

Location: Ryloth, Forest of Illusions
Tags: Shalita Verd Vytal Noctura
Wearing: Dark clothes and robes
Weapons: Lightsaber​

Of all the places to go, Valkur was unsure of why he had picked this one. Kyrinov had given him time to train, so he decided to travel somewhere new. It wasn't much of a sentiment thing, Valkur didn't care much for the beauty of the Universe, none of it mattered. He'd spent a long time inside a facility seeing nothing but hollow rooms and plain walls. Little of his life had he admired the world around him, yet he'd lived all the same. It was pessimistic, but optimism hadn't done anything for him so far. It was the hard reality of a life like his. Nobody walked away from a lab like he had and found any kind of salvation or light. It was a dark, cold reality. But it was the hand he'd been dealt. There was no reason to fight against it. If the rest of his life was spent as a weapon, so be it. It was the life he'd accepted at this point.

As time went by in the woods, Valkur glanced around for a moment, hearing what felt like constant low snarls. Perhaps walking through the forest was a dangerous idea. It hadn't much crossed his mind. It seemed a nicer place than anyone on this planet. The stone-covered areas didn't make travel all that easy. At the very least, the forest wasn't all that rough. Then again, whatever creature was watching might change that. Without hesitation, his lightsaber shone and broke the slight darkness that was setting in as evening began to fall, Valkur taking a stance that kept him ready to move should he need to pounce aside.

"If anyone is there, now's the time to show yourself," he said simply, eyes focused forward as he paced his walking. For all he knew there were raiders or tribes in this area, or perhaps just creatures around. It didn't much matter to him either way. If it attacked he'd kill it. If it was friendly he may just kill it anyway. Walking up on someone in the forest was asking for death, at least without some level of notice. Cautiously, he walked further forward, preparing his force in case he needed to throw someone aside. It was a weak power with little control to it, but it was enough against someone with no understanding of the force.

Yet as his eyes focused forward he felt something wrap around his legs, the roots snaring him and lifting with sharp force. In a panicked attempt, Valkur swung his saber forward, missing and losing grip on the weapon as his adrenaline began to burst through his veins, pumping aggressively as his hatred began to rise rapidly. Being restrained was one of the few things that would do it, pushing him to the edge quickly. What freedom he had was the kind he would like to keep. His weapons and his movement were all he had for a long time, now he'd had both removed, potentially for a long time if he couldn't find a solution. His lack of control with the force made it impossible for him to reach for the saber and pull it close, Valkur snarling aggressively as unseen figures moved around the forest, entirely suspended in place.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

A deep growl-like purr that could be felt in the ground beneath the maw of the creature that made it buffeted the Nightmother. The pale Witch sighed patiently as her green eyes turned back to the enormous and demanding beast. Her hand slowly slid over and stroked the large scales of the Ouroborus Dragon. The fierce creature had been even more demanding than usual given she'd been injured by the blast of a powerful bomb intended to damage the Castle even through its shield. Yes, Vytal thought, you saved the Castle. She gave the underside of Tarkona's jaw a good scratching. Tarkona had done it singlehandedly. There had not been a ship in the air. Vytal had made it clear to any other Witch not to suggest otherwise around the Dragon -- for their own sake.

The two stood out in the open field on the Ryloth side of the chasm that separated the rest of the world from the Castle. Soon the mighty dragon would likely take to the air to find a nice, tasty Rancor to chew on. Until then, the Nightmother would keep her supplied with company. Ignoring your dragon was a good way to have them abandon you. They were extremely prideful creatures.

Soon a Brother moved swiftly across the field with a cautious look at Tarkona. Naturally, the dragon looked back with the slit of its eye widening in just a moment of contemplation. A short, hot snort signaled her disappointment recognizing it as something Vytal would not let her eat even as a snack. "Nightmother, there appears to be someone in The Forest."

Slowly, Vytal turned to look back at him at the news. "Just one?" Her hand continued stroking the dragon to keep Tarkona from muzzling the 'intruder' back for interrupting the session.

"Yes, Nightmother. It does not appear to be one of those that approached the Castle or the Altar during the... attack."

Yes, the Solanaceae were aware of the Agents of Chaos still being about on the planet. Sisters and Brothers had long since been dispatched to watch them from afar and to protect the people of Ryloth. For all the talk of liberation, Vytal did not trust them -- perhaps that was just her rage at their destruction of the Altar talking, however. A piece of history lost... and for what?

Vytal patted Tarkona as her green eyes fell upon the beast once more. "No, Tarkona, you cannot go eat them. I wish to know who it is, and why they have come here; and it is easier to do that when they are not in your belly."

The dragon snorted.

True, she could commune with their departed spirit, but when one's last moments were being devoured by a dragon... It didn't help a spirit to focus. It took time to get them to calm down, accept what happened, and then discuss what you'd been meaning to all along. It was inefficient, and one man wasn't going to sate Tarkona's appetite.

As the dragon took to the skies, Vytal looked back at the Brother that'd approach. "Come. Let us go."

"Nightmother? Should we not get the others?"

Vytal conjured a rift into space to take them there quickly, her her turned to look back at the questioning male. "Come. This will not take but a minute." There was no need for a hunting party. Sometimes the Sisters and Brothers doted after their Mother a tad too much. She was capable of taking care of herself.

Once they passed through the gate, the pale Witch stopped and turned her head in the direction of a figure ( Valkur ) wriggling off in the distance. Slowly, Vytal approached from among the trees to regard the man that had been snared by the trees and held up in the air. Perhaps this man was blessed. The trees had not wrung him like a rag to feed themselves yet.

This one seemed to have a turbulent spirit about him. It was the first thing the Nightmother had noticed even before recognizing the features of his face or the make of his attire. Her eyes drew down to a lightsaber that had been dropped; the faint aura of the man clung to it still. The Witch extended one hand toward the weapon and had it brought to her grasp. Slowly it was turned over in her fingers before her eyes rose back to Valkur. Strange he hadn't pulled the weapon back to his own hand and cut himself free... But from the toil of his spirit, perhaps he could not focus the Will needed to do so.

"I am Nightmother Noctura," Vytal declared at last, which caused the beast nearby to go silent. "You have tresspassed upon our lands. Unwise."

Another gate opened, this time to stone-worked hall or chamber of somesort with only torchlight and luminescent lighting illuminating it. "You will come with me, now, where we will learn why you have come here. Take this time to consider your words carefully," the Nightmother counseled. Unfortunately many men of the galaxy had this annoying habit of flippant disregard for female authority. It was their own damnation they sought to do so before a Nightsister -- their reputation was not wholly undeserved.

"Brother," Vytal nodded slightly for her companion to see to unraveling the roots and telekinetically relocating the man through the portal after Vytal had gone through. There would be a cell provided for Valkur. Not comfortable, really, but it was clean. The shackles and walls resistant to Force abilities would provide a suitable cell for the man while Vytal sought information on his identification in the Confederate databanks. They were Witches, not Barbarians; there was a terminal even this far beneath the Castle proper.

"If you care to tell me your name and purpose now, it would save us all a great deal of effort," Vytal proposed in the event the man was nothing more than a random wanderer. What story they would tell might be either amusing or insulting. It was difficult to tell which she was in the mood for at that moment.

Tag: Valkur | Shalita Verd

 

[Shalita Verd]

SHALITA VERD​

Tags: Valkur | Vytal Noctura
Outfit: Wearing

”This is Shalita Verd flying in from the sky. Don’t shoot.” The woman said as she approached the castle from the sky. She would have said it in jest if she didn’t think that the people on Ryloth weren’t already trigger itchy. After the invasion, she couldn’t blame them one bit, in fact as she pulled her Scimitar II Class Star Courier into landing, Shalita had made sure that all stealth cloaking mechanisms were not active so then it didn’t appear as if she was coming in with deceit in mind. Although as she brought it to land and moved to rise from the controls, the woman couldn’t help but reflect about how many times that the technology had been useful when she wanted to fly in and out of areas without being detected. It wasn’t fast, but it did the job that she needed it for and so as she grabbed a black jacket from it’s hung position, the woman made her way to the ramp that was already lowering.

Quietly, she pulled the jacket on over her basic black outfit. Shalita wasn’t here for battle, but rather, she had come to seek out Vytal so then to learn more from the Nightmother. There was so much to learn and as her booted feet carried her down the ramp, a pale hand slipped into the pocket of her jacket only to produce black leather gloves. Another one of her tools of the trade. Tools that allowed her to move about the rooms of a building without leaving fingerprints. It was a way to remain anonymous when she wanted anonymity. Even as she walked into a castle that was deemed friendly, she realized that old habits die hard. The woman didn’t need the gloves, but as she pulled them on, she still realized that it was still a good habit to keep. Trust wasn’t something that was easy to earn and while she had some semblance of trust with Vytal, she was still uneasy around everyone else.

It had been her job to see everyone as suspects. To see others as potential traitors and there had been traitors within their camp. Traitors that had left to form their own deranged idealistic group and strike back at those they had once called brothers and sisters. People they had once broken bread with. A nod of her head was given to a Sister, before she held out a hand suddenly to them. ”Wait, do you know where the Nightmother is?” The Shi’ido questioned and so the sister filled her in on the current situation. A brow was perked then when a prisoner in the dungeon was mentioned.

Well, she couldn’t say that she was surprised and the assassin began to make her way to the dungeons while nodding from time to time in quiet greetings. Although she didn’t trust all of them completely, it didn’t mean that the woman couldn’t be civil on friendly ground. With that, she pushed through and down into the dungeons. When heeled steps echoed in her ear, Shalita called out to Vytal. ”So, I hear that we have a trespasser imprisoned. Do I need to kill them and dispose of the body quietly?” The woman said as she approached the other woman. That was until her icy blue eyes landed upon the man who was imprisoned in the cell and her steps froze.

Was this some kind of joke? Some kind of spell of illusion? No… It couldn’t be, the woman had never talked about anything personal and never usually made any kind of personal connection with anyone. This man had been the exception to the rule, however she didn’t think that she would ever see him again, least of all in the dungeon on Ryloth. Her mouth gaped open for a moment as her thoughts scattered to the wind. ”Valkur? Wha…” A hand had lifted to reach out to the man and she caught to movement, only to curl the hand into a fist and drop it back to her side while her lips closed. Shalita was normally cold and she normally conducted herself in a professional manner. This had thrown her off kilter. What was a friend doing on Ryloth, let alone in the dungeon? Both of her arms rose then to cross over her chest as her lips turned downwards. ”Valkur. What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble? Am I going to have to pull you out of trouble yet again?”

A frown knitted her brow. What if this really was some kind of illusion? It would be an elaborate one, but still she had to ask. "Do you still have the token that I gave you?".

 

[Valkur]

Location: Ryloth, Forest of Illusions
Tags: Shalita Verd Vytal Noctura
Wearing: Dark clothes and robes
Weapons: Lightsaber​

All it had taken was a moment, a second, for the force to grow rapidly in the man. Hatred and anger flowed through him without a moment of hesitation, tearing at his veins as they pumped through him. Suddenly being elevated off the ground was enough to drive him to a fight or flight reaction - and running had never been his style. As he felt a rage begin to approach a figure appeared, speaking with him for a moment, his eyes sharply meeting them. It wasn't likely they'd be surprised at his hostility. Few people would do well hanging from a tree by their legs, much less with their weapon gone and alone in a dark woodland.

As Vytal began to speak the experiment gave a silent glare, eyes following the woman with distrust and paranoia. Struggling would show weakness or vulnerability. Hung from a tree by his legs or not, he couldn't be weak, especially with a potential threat staring at him. Yet it seemed, for the time being, he was safe. At the very least, safe until he had answered whatever questions she expected him to answer for 'trespassing' as if he knew who owned some random forest on a cesspit planet. As far as he was concerned this place was uninhabited. Even if he'd been wrong in the regard, he hadn't expected the trees to come to life.

Initially, Valkur kept himself quiet, eyes simply following Vytal as she explained the situation to him simply, opening a portal and moving him through it to a dungeon. There was no reason to speak or provoke the two that were in front of him, no reason to anger whoever they were. If he could walk away from this without a fight it was a smarter choice. He'd done enough in his training to last a lifetime, working his body to its peak. Fighting was something he had been trained to do and would without hesitation but it was never something he looked for. A gun didn't aim itself, it waited until it was aimed and fired.

His new location was far from uncomfortable, at least by the standards he had grown used to. Even the chains on the walls that held him there felt familiar. As he was asked who he was, Valkur spoke simply. "Valkur" he said simply, ignoring the question for now of his purpose. Truth be told, he had none, but his thoughts had been cut off at the sound of another coming. Perhaps someone else to ask him questions, perhaps someone with the intent of torturing him. He hoped their shackles were strong enough to take that risk. Yet as the voice asked if they needed to dispose of the body, his eyes glanced upwards, the voice sounding almost familiar. It wasn't until he saw her face that he remembered, every detail coming back to him. Judging from her reaction, it was easy to deduce that she remembered him too.

Despite the sight of his old friend, his eyes remained mostly blank, but she would know that was nothing personal. Even in their encounter before, where he had shown more kindness to her than he had to anyone else, he hadn't mustered a small smile. That was just who he was now. "It's good to see you again too, Shalita" he glanced, deep blue eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment. When she asked of her gift, Valkur nodded and gestured to a closed pocket in the jacket he wore under his robes, the slight sound of the metal token moving as he reached for it and pulled out a small charm, one she had handed to him long ago.

"I hope this means you'll be more hesitant about disposing of my body too silently" Valkur almost teased, yet there was a tone of genuine curiosity to his voice. Shalita was more of a killer than he had known before. He'd seen her fight, at least somewhat. But he'd seen her do more than that. He'd felt her hand on his shoulder as she checked the man was safe after killing his attacker. She'd gone as far as to calm him down despite him losing control, the room around them shaking. Even when Valkur had threatened her in blind anger, she had protected him. It must have been a fine line to walk. Killing and protecting. Valkur wondered which side of the line she truly preferred, if he had been a one-off save or if she did this for a good cause.

Once he had said his piece the man let his eyes fall to Vytal, any glimmer of fondness they may have seen or heard in him now gone - and he waited for whatever came next.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Their unannounced guest was surprisingly cooperative. Typical male, really. Stoic, silent, and with an intense stare silently demanding to know what the Nightsister intended with them. However, there was something that was not typical about him. Something that went unseen by most of the galactic population. A Jedi or Sith would likely have picked up on it, but interpreted it as a disturbance or weakness to be investigated. The Nightmother also felt a desire to investigate, but not by asking him questions about his parentage or how he felt about the general state of galactic affairs.

After she stowed the lightsaber in a chest nearby and set to work looking for information on a 'Valkur,' the pale woman glanced back at the man as he was made comfortable. Those able to use the Force or magick were dangerous, and so their cell was designed appropriately -- nothing to throw, set fire to, or turn into a weapon. Synthetic yorik coral and magick wards to contain or suppress the use of such abilities in the first place. Nothing was worse than when you possessed a guard and had them enter the correct code for release.

Soon another voice called out, this from their resident assassin, Shalita. Intelligent women, which Vytal hoped to teach the ways of the spirits -- for Shalita's own benefit most of all, though it might aid her in the many trials she faced every day as well. The Nightmother's green eyes slipped aside as the offer of disposal was issued. "I prefer to use them in rituals," Vytal replied as casually as one spoke about the weather. A good sacrifice could conjure all sorts of power.

With the blink of her eyes, the pale Witch turned her head slightly to regard Shalita. She knew the man's name. Curious. Naturally the woman hadn't spoken much of her personal history seeing how trust wasn't something easily won over. Paranoia was a difficult obstacle to overcome when trying to engage someone socially. The assassin's mask only slipped for a moment, however. Soon enough Shalita even sought to play it off, and demand to know what the man was doing there.

"He was found in the Forest of Illusion -- that which surrounds this place. Valkur," Vytal made a point of saying his name as she turned around to regard the two of them, "was fortunate to end up in the clutches of the trees, and we happen upon him before the beasts." A matter that Shalita had been briefed on, but obviously their guest had not. "Seeing how well-behaved he was, I intended to learn his identity and decide what to do with him from there. Since you," her eyes fixed on Shalita, "seem to know him, and he is not inclined to answer my questions without encouragement, perhaps you can tell me why he would be here?"

Her chin lowered while her green eyes slid aside to watch Valkur. "The Agents of Chaos have lingered on Ryloth with the loss of communication wtih Confederate command. Their damage to the system was significant. Sisters and Brothers cannot be too careful that they seek to finish what they had started destroying a historical landmark and attempting to kill everyone here." Thank the gods Tarkona had spared the Castle the brunt of Kaine's explosive package, though the shield hadhelped despite the dragon's insistence she alone saved them all.

Tag: Shalita Verd | Valkur

 

[Shalita Verd]

QUESTIONING​

Tags: Valkur | Vytal Noctura

Well the assassin couldn’t say that she was at all surprised that Vytal mentioned sacrifice and ritual, but if someone’s life could be used for such a thing, then at least their life had purpose for their cause. Who was she to argue the point? It was basically a waste not want not situation. Why waste a perfectly good life if their life’s energy could go into a ritual to fuel it? With a quiet and calm demeanor, she angled her head slightly to the right as a smirk curved her lips at the man’s words, but the woman listened to Vytal as she spoke soon afterwards. The Agents of Chaos were a problem for certain and especially since the destruction and loss of life upon Ryloth she could understand why the Sisters and Brothers were extremely alert and reactive to any unknown variable that wanders into their traps.

The charm that the male had produced, had once been a charm that she had kept herself, for it had once been her father’s. Well at least he hadn’t lost it, Shalita thought to herself as she rocked back upon her heels in quiet thought. What was she going to say? The woman hadn’t seen this man since she had calmed him down and she wasn’t entirely sure as to why he was here to begin with. ”Valkur is… A friend of mine. Probably the only one that I have ever kept…” Her voice died off then as she shrugged, ”Alive anyway. He was a witness to the death of a slave trader who was drunk and had decided to try to pick a fight with Valk. I had to intervene because Valkur here has trouble controlling the force and his handle on it had been chaotic at best. The charm is more or less just a little token to help him remember our first meeting and give him some small tool to help him try to control the force. At least that was the intention.”

When she had given him that charm she had broken the one rule that she had kept ever since her own mind had been healed. Not to have any personal connections. Vytal was another person that she was slowly trusting and allowing into her life. However, her connection with Valkur was different. Her hands unfolded as a gloved hand rose to palm her jawline in thought. Originally she had avoided having personal connections because her mind had shattered once before when she had lost both of her parents, the charm had been her reminder not to build personal connections. Valkur had been the one to start the domino effect, but it had puzzled her at the time as to why she had even helped him to begin with.

She could have killed him, it wouldn’t have been too hard at the time. Instead it was almost as if the spirits themselves had wanted the man to live and had reached out to her to help guide him from the dark place he had been in. It had been a phenomenon that she hadn’t been able to explain in any capacity and until now, it didn’t make any sense. ”One could say that the spirits had asked me to help him and before then I didn’t particularly listen to them. However, when the force rattles the environment around you, you tend to listen to them. As to the reason he is here, I wouldn’t know, we don't exactly keep in contact.” The woman said as she moved closer to the bars of the cell to address the man.

”Valkur, you have some horrible timing. I hope that you’re not a spy for the Agents of Chaos, because that’s going to make it extremely difficult for me to help you out of the situation that you currently find yourself in.” Shalita paused before adding, "And don't say that you were just taking a stroll in the woods." She hoped he had a plausible reason for being on Ryloth, otherwise it was going to make getting him out of his current predicament so much more problematic..

 

[Valkur]

S U R V I V E​

Tags: Vytal Noctura Shalita Verd​

Things had gone bad fast, it seemed. That was a nice way of putting it. Seeing Shalita had been enough to throw him off course for a moment, but now he had to find a way out of this situation alive. The truth was likely the best option, albeit not all of the truth. Mentioning he was from the Agents of Chaos already stopped being an option, not that it was information he threw out readily. Who he was allied with didn't typically bother people, nor did he really care either way. He just did what he had to do for whoever he was with at the time. His position with Agents of Chaos seemed more permanent, or at least long-lasting, but it wasn't a concern of anyone else to know that. ​

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As Shalita explained how they met Valkur gave a small nod, remembering it vividly. It was lucky for them both he'd regained control. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her after she'd helped him. Killing innocents had never been an issue before, not as far as Valkur was concerned, but this was different. Shalita had helped in a way she didn't have to, in a way nobody else in his life had cared to. It wasn't like he was an inviting man to protect, nor did he really need the protection. But the meaning behind the care was what was important. The kindness that he felt for the first time in many years. It stuck with him, of course it did. ​

"I'm not here to spy. I'm not here for anything. I walked to find a place to train, on a planet I knew nothing of and didn't care for" he said simply, eyes meeting Shalita before he glanced to Vytal. His tone was calm but straight. Blunt and filled with grit. "You'll find nothing about me. Not on any systems, or memory banks. I was taken when I was young, tested on. That's all you'd find, if it's even written somewhere."​

Valkur let his gaze turn soft for a brief moment, giving as honest a look to Shalita as he could. "I don't want a fight, I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to hurt you. If you're worried that's what I came to do, it's not. I wouldn't have known where to look for you, nor would a single soul in this universe be able to give me reason enough to kill you. You have my word. I came to train" he replied with a change of tone, as if he felt some level of sadness for a moment, showing her the same weakness he showed when he had broken and lost control of the force. He hadn't expected to end up with an old friend like this, interrogating him in a dungeon.​

All he could hope was it didn't become a habit.​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal's pale countenance might as well have been made of duranium. The emerald eyes aglow with energy watched Shalita and then Valkur as they spoke. Obviously they knew one another. Each desired to not harm the other. Though the Nightmother noticed a lack of reassurance with regard to the Solanaceae or Mandragora in such words -- Valkur's in particular. Nor the straying of his eyes.

"The will of the spirits -- or the Force -- is one of mystery. If one is not careful it will lead them to damnation. Yet, if one is fortunate, its guidance may lead you to great riches. Be there material or spiritual in nature. You," Vytal regarded Shalita, "seem to have found the latter." You did not need to understand a thing to be influenced by it. How else did the 'Force' bend the galaxy to its Will, if you listened to the Jedi speak of it? In essence, Vytal agreed there was something that could be called a 'Will,' though it was not so clear as some believed. You might as well walk into a Castle Hall filled with people, ask a single question, and expect a single answer.

As for their guest... The Nightmother turned to regard him for a moment. "As you have ventured to a planet you have little regard for," which seemed odd to Vytal given recent events, but she would not waste time arguing the point, "you have found yourself a guest of the Soloanaceae. Witches, Warlocks, and scholars of the Mystic Arts. I know more of you then you would care to know yourself." There was no law of man or spirit that said a Nightmother could not take certain liberties, such as suggesting the spirits divulged the secrets and identities of all that set foot in Vytal's presence.

"Shalita," Vytal's eyes remain on Valkur as she spoke, "it would seem I have no need to detain this male any longer. However, if I returned him to where he was found it is possible the Forest would have him soon devoured. Would you have an alternative proposal?" The other woman was a recent addition to their ranks, capable in her own rights. If this man was known to her, it seemed appropriate to garner her opinion on his fate.

Tag: Shalita Verd | Valkur

 

[Shalita Verd]

A PROMISE​

Tags: Valkur | Vytal Noctura

A soft chuckle worked its way up to her lips as she shook her head at the man’s response. A walk to find a place to train on a planet, a planet that was on high alert after just feeling the sting of an invasive war upon its surface. Although, the assassin couldn’t at all be surprised that he hadn’t done his research, nor bothered to find out the history of the planet before he traveled to it. It kind of reminded her of they when they had met. He seemed new to so much at the time and she shifted to cross her arms over her chest again while her head angled slightly to the right. Icy blue eyes seemed to become unfocused as she delved into a memory of when she herself had been ignorant of the ways of the world. Such times dated back to when her biological parents were still alive and she knew of no other family member.

Now, she had a whole flock of family members and her brother Isley was surely keeping her on her toes, as he seemed to adopt more and more children. He has a soft spot for orphans that one, Shalita thought to herself and she wondered if Valkur was her soft spot. Her little duckling that was a full grown adult and had issues with the force. Was there some correlation? She herself had had a shattered mind, before another had pieced it back together, but this man. This man before her was on a completely different scale. One where his problems laid with the force itself and not one of the mind.

Shalita blinked then as she looked to Vytal in quiet thought. Reserved as she always was. In thought and speech. ”I believe that he doesn’t want to fight either you, me or those of Solanaceae. One way or another, I sense that he is telling the truth and I also think that simply sending him back to the forest would be entirely unreasonable. Something that I wish to avoid.” The woman shifted her gaze back to the man then and nodded her head for a moment. ”If you will allow it, Nightmother. My ship is just outside, I can escort him back to my ship and we can go from there.” Of course she believed the man. For some reason or another, she would always find that she would go out on a limb for him, if only to bring him back into a neutral position. Chaos loomed around him in one form or another and she wanted to be able to help him.

A fact which had only become clear to her upon this day.

However. The man was correct in saying that he didn’t know how to find her. That was something that was by design. Most people wouldn’t be able to find her if she so chose to disappear. Changing her appearance wasn’t at all that hard and buying fake identifications with a forged background was easy enough. Not to mention that technology could be ditched and replaced. One just needed to know the how and where. The why, wasn’t really important. Everyone had their reasons for needing to disappear. Her reasoning wasn’t so straight forward and it definitely wasn’t because she was running. Her job required her to be a ghost and a ghost she was... For the most part.

”I’ll even put my name forward and take responsibility for this man while he is on the premise. Anything that he does, will fall solely upon my shoulders.” She paused then as her arms fell back to her sides and her gaze shifted back to the man once more. ”Plus. I’m sure that he is more than happy to promise never to harm those of the Solanaceae; those that are my nightsisters and nightbrothers.” The assassin probed the man, as she lifted a brow in response to those words..