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Fukayna allowed the boy to edge away from her, his hand clutching at his chest as if desperately trying to support his weight on his own. Her eyes lay briefly on the black-haired woman, in the better lighting, she could make out the other was an Elf of some sort. Her gaze turned back to Armen, who was speaking in a hushed, rapid tone to Miss Jennifer. The mage looked at her around the boy, a raised eyebrow questioning his very presence in front of her. The way she was wrinkling her nose, Fukayna guessed the mature woman had already picked up on the scent the boy carried from being in the dungeons for a long time. She wrote something on a piece of paper, holding it up somewhat apologetically for only Miss Jennifer to see.

"Sorry--I dumped some water on his face but it didn't seem to help the smell much." Jennifer grinned, slyly using it as a segway into her comment to Armen's words.

“Dangerous? You’ve got the situation around the wrong way kid. Sure, Torak can use a bit of magic, but Lord V’lyn is more than capable of handling someone like him.” Miss Jennifer gave a scoff, she didn't seem to be taking the warning overly seriously. However, the dark-haired Elf was more cautious as she spoke up in a small, but firm voice.

"We have to get your friend." Before any of them could respond to the suggestion, the doors flew open and one of them went spiraling through the air. Fortunately, Fukayna wasn't in it's projectile range but the dark-haired Elf wasn't quite so lucky. But she needn't have worried--whether because of fear or desperation, the woman erected a barrier that the door was deflected off of. Though the silver-tressed girl was shocked, Miss Jennifer seemed to act as if this activity was just the norm, brushing it off with a light-hearted comment.

“And that’s probably Talon using the good old scare static,” She said with a wave of her hand. Her casualness was cut short as V'lyn was thrown out the doorway. Fukayna gasped and went to run a little closer to see if he was alright but a stern look from the mage was enough to keep her in place. The older steward took heavy steps after V'lyn, his breathing ragged, eyes wide and expression maniac. She shivered, the man looked utterly mad and inwardly, she was so very relieved that the Elven boy was here with them.

"Insolent assassin! You dare threaten me and my Kingdom?!" The man looked like he was about to break out in peals of laughter at any given moment--the odd sort of in-between expression when anger could be confused with hysterics. V'lyn shot a glare right back at him, speaking out defiantly.

"This isn't you're kingdom, Steward!" The man's eyes grew wider as an insane light radiated from them.

"There is no heir to this throne, V'lyn! This belongs to me as it always has." Somehow, things were spiraling out of control much faster than Fukayna could've processed and she slid her gaze quickly to Miss Jennifer. The mages eyes were narrowed, her look calculating. Clearly they were in a bit more danger than had been previously assessed upon arriving, but it was a bit too late to be lamenting on that fact now. V'lyn's voice was louder as he spoke clearly, though oddly, the edge of calm had not left his tone despite how he glared at the steward.

"Like the gauntlet you wield? Relinquish it at once, Steward, or you'll give me no choice." Torak looked around V'lyn at last to the four that were a distance away from him. The instant he did so, Armen moved a bit in front of her, almost protectively. Fukayna furrowed her eyebrows, it was not as if she was defenseless. She should be the one protecting him, given his injuries, with her... her... A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as it dawned on her very slowly. She had left her halberd with the horses. It was not as if it would be taken from her, she was certain it was still outside, but there would not be enough time to run and retrieve it. For the moment, all she had were her furs--it would have to suffice.

The old man's face contorted in pure rage as he stared at the elf in front of her before shouting back at V'lyn. "And now you're trying to release criminals right under my nose! You're filthy, V'lyn! How dare you come in here, pretending to check up on me! You're true intentions were to free this man weren't they? And now you'll try to usurp my power using him! I won't allow it. You won't succeed and you won't leave this city alive either! Any of you!" The finality of his words were said with force, his voice shaking with the severity of what he was implying.

V'lyn rapidly turned around to Miss Jennifer, calling out her name. It seemed to be some undertone of an order, for the woman nodded in understanding. “I never liked negotiating anyway. World Fracture!” The words resounded with the feel of magic and goggles appeared over her bangs. It was a welcome relief from the flashes that had been occurring earlier and the spots that had been dancing around in front of her eyes were finally beginning to fade. Her eyebrows knitted a bit. There didn't seem to be any goggles for the other two, leading the small girl to wonder just how far Miss Jennifer's dislike actually seemed to carry.

Without much of a care for her own vision, she took her goggles off and tugged them over Armen's head somewhat clumsily, since she was reaching around from the behind. Her bangs would negate some of the effects and she had a feeling they would not be lingering around for long anyway. Whatever magic the other girl had, she could only hope that the Elf would be able to use it to protect her vision. The whisper of magic extended outwards past the group, touching upon Torak. As far as Fukayna could tell, it was playing with his senses, for the man began to make swipes as if confused. He no longer seemed to note their presence as he fumbled a few steps forward, but his clenched fists indicated his determination.

He obviously knew they were still there, for he kept on releasing bursts of magic--but they were more erratic and way off target now that he could not see them. Miss Jennifer spoke in a more hushed voice to V'lyn. "Whatever you want to do Talon, do it now." Fukayna bit her lip. She did not doubt her safety was a factor in the mage's mind. But the safety of the other two Elves was questionable. Perhaps somewhat rashly and knowing she may get a tongue lashing for it later, she grabbed both arms of the two and tugged them a bit closer to her person. Whatever the story behind the steward's madness was, perhaps these two would at least be able to give them hints.

The action did not go unnoticed by the older woman but Fukayna firmly maintained her position. They were all going to leave, not just the group that had come. There was no way they could leave the Elves behind in the hands of this madman. She scribbled on her pad quickly, unsure how long the illusionary spell was going to last.

"I'll take these two outside and prepare the horses--at least so that we can make a somewhat speedier exit." With the best bow she could manage, given the circumstances, she hastily wrote two more messages, ripping the parchment off the pad and thrusting it in both the faces of Armen and the black-haired girl. "Come with me. I'll get us outside safely. She adjusted herself with Armen to at least help support his weight and gestured towards the hallway that they had come from. The other two seemed to comply with her movements and although she felt a bit strained at trying to move so fast, it seemed smarter to move the others away from the situation. She was more than confident the Lord and Lady could handle themselves.