Guilding

[Anastasia]

"My backup knife," he says, holding it up, along with a sheathe with a strapped strap. "The strap just gave, ma'am."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Just gave? That's a bit unusual, don't you think? Nothing at all to prompt it?'

[Anastasia]

"It was strange, ma'am," The guard agrees, "I had an armor strap give like that before, years ago. No sign of it, something must have been illmade inside of it."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm. Be more careful and get your equipment checked regularly."

Alyssa closes the door and looks at Madala, "Straps don't give way with no warning. It's wear and use. Either they're not maintaining their equipment or someone might be toying about."

[Anastasia]

"It could be a fluke," Madala says, "Paranoia serves no one."

"It's not paranoia if we're being stalked as it is," Delaize adds, very softly.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mmm. I agree with both of you. A thing to watch for, but to go borrowing trouble for. It could be nothing, or it could be a probe into our awareness."

Alyssa sits down with a shake of her head. "Back on track. Celestia."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, so you want to ally them, gain aid," Delhaize murmurs.

Madala merely says, "As long as we can bear the price, then."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'd rather us get advice on defenses and offenses than anything that puts another yoke on us, but you're all part of the council. Anything you get that you think should be considered, bring to us."

[Anastasia]

Perception again.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+43 Perception
<Rei-chan> Iddy rolled : 1d20+43 Perception --> [ 1d20=18 ]{61}

[Anastasia]

Nods all around at that, as you hear the faintest gurgling sound outside.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa TK opens the door again, this time sure she'll see someone being killed.

[Anastasia]

They guards are already down. They're both gushing blood from the throat, while 50ft away you see someone going around the corner, a blur of black glimpsed for a split-second before it's gone.

"Gond's cock!" Delhaize gasps, already up as Madala springs forth, pulling out a  glass vial from her pocket. She throws it at the ground, the wounds on the two guard's throats beginning to regenerate.

"Bastard," she snarls, already moving, "You strike this close to us?!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa takes to the air, flying after the target, intent on immobilizing it with TK, flying along the ceiling, high up.

[Anastasia]

Movement speed?