Snippet #2199322

Maeve found herself trying to work out, for a start, what she was doing, and secondly, what she intended to do next...when something bizarre began to happen. The Magelight Lanterns around the area seemed to fade, something that seemed rather out of the ordinary. Such things tended to be very reliable. The lamps were not as flame lanterns, their light tended not to waver or diminish over time so long as they received power, so this itself was....strange.

The rider looked around suspiciously, clutching the cloak around her shoulders, feeling rather uneasy. It felt demeaning to be in such a position of vulnerability considering her status, but as it stood there was little she could do about it.

Attempting to clear any sign of a shake or a stammer in her voice, she spoke up.
"...who's there?" she called, peering into the gloom created by the sudden dimming of the lamps.