Her eyes began to glow as fireflies spawning to surround the thieves, the aura around her soared with fire, the wind was filled with the power of her legacy, the legendary power of the Elves. With a flick of her finger, the thieves were burned into ashes without a trace.
Smiling as she looked off the cliff, grateful of her powers still intact, she believes it's time to search for her lost companions. Casting a great swirl of teleportation she ended up in Westbridge this time. She wandered around, scouting the place as civilians stared at her telling one another "A knight? But that sigil is.....".
A cityguard yelled from above the bridge "You there, halt".
She responded with "Have I done anything wrong?".
The cityguard was speechless and requested that his fellow guardsmen alerted their officers of her presense. The enforcer approached the scene and was not a very polite individual. He spouted words that not many could understand his intentions, she observed their movements, judging them to either be a friend or foe.
The enforcer asked "You, what is your name?"
With a calm voice she answered "Shandelzare Silkwood, what business do you have with me?".
At first glance the enforcer was behaving rudely, after a few moments she realized this enforcer is a little drunk and at lost for words thinking the appearance of an enforcer could scare someone like her. The enforcer replied rudely "Watch your step around Westbridge,there are a certain bunch of people who would like to have a taste of you" and laughed hysterically along with his cityguards while walking away.
