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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ladybird" data-source="post: 2973078" data-attributes="member: 10689">The parting between the Canberrians and Hanalians was much more cordial than their meeting – except for the bishop, who still glowered at everyone with vague discontent – and Kit and the Duke each promised to notify the other if they came across any sign of Anastasia.They hadn’t been on the road for very long when the all-too-familiar sound of battle floated towards them. This time, though, there was something different – the accents of the shouting voices sounded familiar, and the sound of monstrous hisses was growing fainter by the second. The Canberrians spurred their horses forward, riding towards the battle this time instead of away. “Broadfields!” Honore exclaimed, breaking into a bright smile at the familiar sight of her home county’s banners. The fight was almost over, and the large group of knights bearing the banners of Canberry’s Earl Broadfields was definitely on the winning side. The corpses of tieflings and bandits littered the ground, and there were halfling auxiliaries hurrying between the fallen bodies, finishing the last few off. There was nothing left for the party to do besides offer healing to the wounded, and try to figure out what had happened.“I can’t understand where these abominations came from,” grumbled the leader, once the initial introductions had been made. Sir Alonzo Barleybasket, a vassal of Earl Broadfields, was as bluff and wholesome-looking as his name would imply, and looked surprisingly at ease in his heavy armor. “I’ve never seen anything like them before.”“They’re tieflings,” Honore explained. “Some of the slavers have been using them to resist the armed groups that have been sent against them.”Sir Alonzo grumbled even more darkly. “We knew they were some sort of unholy creature. Now we’ll be better able to fight against them. Which way are you headed? Would you…” He paused, glancing back at his lieutenant, and his expression grew a little more gloomy still. “Would you like a more heavily armed escort?” The knight didn’t look precisely happy at the prospect of needing to protect the little group, but clearly, his honor demanded that he at least ask.The relief was plain on Sir Alonzo’s face when Kit replied, “Actually, we’re on the trail of a different group. Of slavers,” she added hastily. “You haven’t seen a voller around here, have you?”“Well, actually, yes,” Sir Alonzo said, drawing back with surprise at the odd question. “Heading southeast. Yesterday morning, wasn’t it?” He looked back to his lieutenant for confirmation once more, and the other man nodded.“Then that’s the way we need to go, too,” said Kit. “Good luck, Sir Alonzo, and take care. We’ll meet again, I hope.”</blockquote>

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