Nothing out of the Ordinary

[Rezantis]

Rez turns around to regard Mirallia evenly, "I don't know, and yes, it bothers me some."

[Brian]

Alec nods doubtfully, looking quite confused.

"I see," Mirallia says quietly.  Lindsey blinks slowly.

"Oh," she says quietly.  "I ... didn't know."

Mirallia glares at Lindsey, who takes a step away.  "Ah.  It's ... about time for me to get to the wall to meet with Liandral," Linsey adds quickly.

[Rezantis]

Nathan nods.

"I need to speak to Liandral myself - would you mind if I came with you?"

[Brian]

"No," Lindsey says, shaking her head.  "As long as you aren't planning on betraying us."

Mirallia furrows her brow at this, and looks between Lindsey and Nathan curiously.  "Why would they do such a thing?" she asks, mystified.

[Rezantis]

"Because we're opponents, nominally . . . there can be only one, and all.  But no, I'm not planning to.  Apart from the fact that we need all the help we can get with this mess . . ." Nathan's face twists, "I'm disgusted enough with myself already - so I don't feel like stooping any lower.  You've earned the benefit of the doubt, in any case, for now."

[Brian]

"Thanks," Lindsey says, somewhat doubtfully.  "Well, I'm headed to the wall, then."  With that, she starts walking towards the front of the keep.  Mirallia follows her, curious.

[Dracos]

Dracos carries up the rear, following the priestesses, a touch tiredly.

Dracos

[Brian]

It doesn't take long to get to the ramparts.  They're not exactly abandoned, as even though Elric said that no one would be attacking, the keep-dwellers don't appear to completely trust the Dreadmarch.

Lindsey goes directly to the top of the wall, and then heads for the western edge, where it meets the cliff face.  The wall appears to seamlessly merge with the cliff face, and Liandral is standing there, waiting.

There are a few archers nearby, but they're almost all focused on the Dreadmarch, all the way across the field, or the tiny figure pinned to a giant rock in the center of the battlefield.

[Rezantis]

Rez nods to the elf. "Liandral. How goes it with you?"

[Brian]

"The same as always, give or take," Liandral says with a shrug.  He's got a bandage around his right hand, which he's testing with the fingers of his left hand, as though to gauge the severity of the wound.  Turning to Lindsey he asks, "Ready?"

She merely nods, and glances back at the others.  "Unless there are any objections?" she asks.

Mirallia shakes her head, and looks to Nathan, Phil, and Alec.

[Rezantis]

"I don't entirely know if what you're doing is that wise, since if they have someone who can do what Mattias does-" Rez starts, "Actually, that would probably have been Ellric . . . regardless, it may not be a bad idea to question the wardmaster as to just how undetectable that invisibility would be."

Rez shrugs helplessly.

"I'm guessing you know how it works better than I, though."

[Brian]

"I'll take my chances," Lindsey says.  "This could be invalulable."

Liandral shrugs, and winces, as the bandages on his arm redden with blood.  "Alright," he grunts, pulling a wire from beneath the bandages on his knuckle.  "Here you go."  The end of the wire appears to run beneath his bandages, presumably to something it's anchored on more securely.

Linsdey produces a stout-looking blade from one fold of her robes, wraps the wire around it, and vanishes from sight.  The wire vanishes, too, but Liandral remains visible, grunting and bracing himself against the ramparts, his right hand resting atop one of the large flat stones as though he were just enjoying the view.

[Rezantis]

Rez walks over and leans on the battlements next to Liandral.

"What is that? I wanted to ask you when I saw you doing . . . something . . . in the battle, actually."

[Brian]

"Trade secret," Liandral grunts, as his hand slides to one side, and a cut appears, as though a heavy wire bit into his hand.  The blood wells up very slowly through the bandages, and he sighs.  "Messy trade secret.  You can smuggle things inside your own body if you've got a high pain threshold and a lot of patience.  Easiest way to bring them here."

[Rezantis]

Rez blinks.

"I'm . . . guessing by what Lindsey said that you were tougher before you came here.  As a serious question, though, what kinds of tools do you have that could help us against the dreadmarch?""