"You do know, that it's much easier to hold someone hostage when the sharp side of the knife is at their neck right?" Yanille said as he batted the knife away with ease. Then he turned to face Amara, "So what was the whole point of that?"

Amara was holding the knife, shakily, in front of her. "I need supplies for my village, and...well...I thought I could hold you for ransom since you're a prince and all." Amara stammered as she stumbled backwards.

Yanille stood there watching her, contemplating his options. Just as he was about to speak, something caught his attention. He took a deep breath, there it was...that same smell as before. Yanille's amber eyes surveyed the foliage. Locking his gaze on a particularly dense area of underbrush Yanille spoke, "Planning on gracing us with your presence at any point are you?"

Out of the darkness crept a girl and her horse. Yanille looked the newcomer over with his amber eyes and then, as if deciding something, started walking in the direction of Letherblanca. "Introduce yourself on the way." Yanille called over his shoulder, before changing into his animal form and continuing up the mountain slope.

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Happy now?