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Anwen was more than a little disturbed by the number of armed men who now crowded around her protective circle, and for good reason, she had yet to release the spell. She did not see an easy way to simply slip away and leave the men to their work and planning. Anwen knew next to nothing about this witch Nephelle, though she was obviously quite skilled and practiced in magic. The men seemed to hate this witch, possibly for good reason, but she did not know enough about the matter to pass personal judgment. She neither supported nor condemned this Nephelle as of yet, though she found it to be a less than prudent choice to vocalize this. Anwen eyed the sword in Lute’s hands warily as he handed it over to the horseman, whom she had no way of knowing what his intentions toward her might be. It was a weapon that she was not protected against, which intended to be or not, was very threatening.

“If any amongst your men are injured, I would be willing to treat them, otherwise I would be on my way Sir.” Anwen said carefully, deciding it would not be wise to stay here long. She had little experience with soldiers of the nobility, and was used to treating the common folk who lived in the rural country, so it would not due for her to stay. She never stayed anywhere for long, it was a code she lived by, and it made it harder for people to hurt, hunt, or betray her that way.