On a usual jaunt in Shalonesti, Adriaen hadn't in the least expected to mix himself into age-old blood feuds this time, let alone engage in a miniscule, but significant offage with one side. His trail started out as just a visit, to see what was new in the Vallens, and as he inspected the jail, seeing Ursah, of the Ka'vanth in a cell, and inquiring and being told a bit, he lingered for a moment outside her cell. He heard a shout, one informing the guards and citizens that ursah's husband, Lyan Ka'vanth had arrived.
"Great, I'm thinking of how to excuse myself for another unaccounted for trip to SHalonesti, and I've got to protect it, again, from Lyan. ", he mused. "Well, at least I've got a half-decent excuse, this time. "
On that note, Lyan himself strode into the jail to stand beside Adriaen, the young and a thletic sailor, if a bit overconfident that he could put up a good fight with the slightly more trained Pulser. The Sha'falas had no sooner heard the shout, than two guards, whom Adriaen knew quite well came out of Ursah's cell, eyeing Lendach over carefully, with less of a glance at Adriaen, but still one sufficient to make the half-elf think an explanation necessary .
"You needed a guard out here, ", he started, only to recieve a silencing, but slightly reprimanding look from Dylio, a popular Protector in the Sha'falas. Either they didn; t care for Adriaen Silvergale's half-thought explanations anymore, or were more interested in putting Lyan's gonads on a pike for endangering citizens again. A very brief exchange of words, ending in Lyan leaving and probably cutting the secretary's throat on the way out, Adriaen's curiosity didn't fail him in the least, as he tagged along with the two guards out after the Ka'vanth Pulser.
He kept more to himself, almost smiling at the sudden opportunity for something interesting to happen, but this was no time for smiling. His blades internally refracted light, and he could picture the, faithful as always. Chilling their targets thoroughlly and giving them quite a shock, no pun intended. He couldn; t really envision how the guards of Shalonesti managed to be so serious all the time. Sure, there were times when jokes and lightening the situation were uncalled for, but all the time, the walking dead.. Well, anyway, back on topic, they trailed the trespassing Elf quite a ways up Shalonesti's main raod, Emerald Lane, mostly made easy by the screams and wails of children and women being slaughtered. They echoed off the inside of the palace's walls. Good, three on one were promising odds, especially when two of you have served in a protective force for many years, and the other knows things most others dont about the enemy. He let the others go first as he saw fit, tending to any left behind that may be wounded or within the margin of help. No luck. SO he satisfied himself with letting the bodies of the fallen servants and guards lie with the gods, along with their disembodies limbs..