Whenever she caught their attention, she snaked out of their flanking environs easily. A small leap from a natural incline had her landing in their way and crunching stone under her feet. A leaf or two decorated her hair, pulled back today by a slim dagger twisting chocolate tresses back and pinning it there. No matter her disheveled appearance, her irises were bright and alert.
"Trouble ahead," she said simply, her gaze falling on Rhocanth, and then cutting across the rest of the group to Alderic and Bethen. "A dozen well-trained bodies and a damsel...if you prefer your damsels carrying medium plate and a sword. She's doing well on her own, but she won't make it far without any aid. I think Jaden's already made the decision for us, but I'm not comfortable with the idea of one of the Wardens and one of our esteemed legionnaires taking them on by themselves, as formidable as they both are. Like I said, whoever these men are, they look like they've seen a training ground or several."