Round 52

Silra moves casually toward the two robed figures, her posture relaxed despite the obvious danger. "Well well," she says, voice dripping with false cheer, "looks like we have guests. How can I help you gentlemen—and lady—this fine morning?" Her eyes flick briefly to Jeane before returning to the new arrivals, a subtle signal passing between them. The soldiers back away slowly, clearly uncomfortable with this turn of events and the magical energy now filling the space.