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The sight of an armed and armoured woman appearing out of thin air in the middle of Volary was not one that Ira had expected to see on an idle walk through the sloping streets of the city. The sharp featured young man halted across the street from Enda, hesitating for several seconds with surprise. Nearby, other citizens stared with equal bewilderment, some murmuring suspiciously amongst themselves. A woman picked her child up from where he had been playing in the street, sweeping through a door into her home and shutting it firmly behind her.

Ira took a breath, before striding in Enda's direction, raising a hand to hail her. "Stranger!" he called out, speaking the Volarian local language, "State your intent and identify yourself."

The young Lord's palm flexed at his side, ready to snatch up the glaive that was fastened to his back should the foreign woman prove hostile. Her sheathing of the weapon, however, reassured him that was not the case.