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Valatar had been listening to the conversation between Listel and the person at the door. He let out a light sigh and stepped out from his cover as the door shut behind. "No." He gestured in the sign language. He looked towards Listel, then back at the door "Someone loyal to the princess might have sent him, though, I have a bad feeling about it altogether. If I don't come through that door, make sure the Princess gets out of here. I have a plan." He stated in the sign language again, 'If it's an elaborate trap. Why not taste the water?' The question rang loudly in his head, as did the plan he came up with.

He disappeared back into the kitchen and moved quickly into one of the back rooms where he picked up an old cross bow that he had with him, it was loaded with a bolt, the only bolt he had, though that was something that wouldn't be necessary as it was part of the plan. Unloading the bolt from the cross bow, he sat that aside and left the room, cross bow in hand, approaching one of the back walls where he waved his hand over the wall and then stepped through it.

The surroundings were quite different, considering he was now outside facing a thick forest at the back of the house. Pressing himself against the wall of the house, he started off quietly, one foot in front of the other as he rounded the corner with the cross bow shouldered. As he rounded the corner, he could see that another person had joined, after she gracefully and skillfully landed. Her weapon was drawn, and he kept the cross bow's sight on her.

'Great.' He thought, keeping the cross bow trained on the woman, even though now she had sheathed the blade, he slowly cross stepped away from the wall of the house until he could see the other man, being extremely careful with his steps until he was evenly between both, and closer to the thicket of trees. After a few seconds passed by, he moved the sight away from the woman, and estimated where the middle ground between both of the visitors were. They didn't seem to be working together, and in itself was probably the trap the Yugile had set, and he wasn't going to take any chances.

The cross bow was his focus for the next thing he was going to do. Rather than cast an absurd spell, he closed his eyes and imagined that the cross bow was loaded with actual ammunition, though in reality it wasn't. Focusing his thoughts on the spell, he placed his finger on the trigger and pulled it. Click. A blueish-purple bolt of pure magical essence shot out, and slammed into the ground between the two guests. When the ground was hit with this magical attack, it exploded into dust and a few small pieces of rocks.

Immediately after he opened his eyes and tossed the cross bow aside carelessly. He slide one foot back as if to brace himself, and brought both of his hands in front of him in a defensive stance, rather than balling them up in a fist, he left them open. A casual wind caused his black robes to gently flutter, revealing a bit of leather armor from underneath.