Snippet #2776936

Hilda’s hands shot up to cover her ears as she weathered the unexpected shrieking from the mage in purple. She did what she could to shut out the unearthly din, focusing on the mental barriers she had erected. When the screaming finally stopped, Hilda let out a sigh of relief before looking the mage over, trying to work out what it was that made him almost collapse. Her gaze settled on the masked woman, briefly smirking when she realised exactly what had happened. Served him right for poking around in places he shouldn’t.

The swordswoman was then rather suddenly approached by Bellemere, armed with one of the notes taken from the job board. Hilda gently took it from her companion’s hand, reading the details of the job, nodding thoughtfully…

“This certainly looks like the payoff would be well worth it, Bellemere, though perhaps we should see if the others…” Hilda looked back to the rest of the group just in time to witness the two brothers having a… a discussion of sorts on the ethics of mind-reading. She grimaced. This did not look promising in her eyes.

She looked back to Bellemere. “…On second thought, perhaps it would be best not to trouble them when they are so preoccupied.”

To Hilda’s surprise, one of the others present decided to take matters into his own hands and pose the question of whether everyone was ready to depart. She glanced once more at the arguing brothers and replied, “I would be, though the sight of those apparently in charge squabbling like children does little to inspire confidence.”