Callindra strode toward the gate, her armor freshly cleaned, her short hair held in place with wooden pins and Shadowsliver’s jet black length settled across her forearm in a nonthreatening posture. She was flanked by her brothers; Cronos’s sword hilts bristling over his back and his ragged cloak swaying as he walked and Vilhylm shrouded by the rippling folds of his black cloak strode confidently on the other side. The hulking form of Kain loomed behind her; his shock of green hair standing in its usual unruly bristle and his scimitar swinging easily at his side.
They must have made an imposing sight because the soldiers at the gate began to swing it shut. Callindra twisted Shadowsliver through a set of complex motions and when she spoke her voice carried like thunder.
“Do not close the gate. We come in peace, merely searching for our brother in arms.” Instead of stopping, this only seemed to make them move faster.
With a curse, she called upon the Weave again, this time drawing the winds from inside the city in a sudden burst that tore the gates free of their grip and flung them wide. The soldiers began scrambling for weapons and shouting for backup. By the time they arrived at the gate they faced a forest of spear points.
“There is no need for this.” Callindra said, disdain in her voice. “If I wanted you dead you’d be dead. I have no desire to fight against the living. My quarrel is with the Taken.”
“Disarm and you will be allowed entrance.” An imperious voice said from behind the soldiers. “We do not allow hostile strangers to enter under arms.”
Callindra flipped Shadowsliver back to rest his blade against her left forearm, cradling his hilt in her hand and gesturing with her right to show the chain. “I cannot put my weapon down. I am bonded to him and he is tied to me. Answer me this; has my brother Holt been captured by your guards?”
“I know of no person named Holt.” The voice said, still sounding peevish. “We have no extra for freebooting vagabonds, if that is all you wanted then move along before I have my men move you.”
“If you have wounded we have a healer.” Callindra said easily as though she hadn’t heard his insults. “If you still take gold or jewels in exchange for trade goods or services we would like to resupply before continuing on our journey. Also, a night under a proper roof would be welcome as would a bath. No establishment that we stay in need fear attack; we have fought many times and left only the rotting corpses of our enemies behind.”
At the mention of the healer, whispers rippled through the assembled guards and out past them to the small crowd that was beginning to gather behind them. The more she talked, the more uneasy the guards became.
“You’re welcome to stay at my Inn lady.” A jovial voice called from behind the rank of soldiers. “We don’t have much extra, but we’ll spare what we can for one what can pay and give protection.”
“I am no Lady.” Callindra said with a derisive snort. “I will take you up on that offer innkeep.” Without waiting for the soldiers to move, she began striding toward their spear points. When the first she encountered was too shocked to down his spear she brushed it aside with an open-handed smack. To her profound relief the others parted and allowed her to pass.
The man who faced her had clearly been much heavier at some point but now his extra skin sagged where it had once been supported by fat. Nonetheless he appeared healthy enough and gave her a wide grin.
“Thadrick Castille at your service.” He said, extending a hand.
“Callindra.” She said, leaving off the rest of her name but taking his hand in a firm grip. “I thank you for the offer of hospitality Master Castille.”