Instantly, Crystal was on the defensive. Her hand grasped the hilt of her sword. Her small and slender fingers tighted around the metal handle. It had been a fellow traveller's sword at one time. She had met this different type of stranger before he was killed by one of the riders that pursued her. His dying wish was for her to have his most prized possession, a sword that was light and easy to weld, but powerful and deadly. Inside the sheath it hid the enbedded jewels that had been inlaid into the bottom portion of the hilt. Now it was one of her prized possessions, a weapon she could weald with deadly accuracy and speed. She was unafraid of starting a fight.
"Yes, I'm the daughter of General Dorian of Rohan. I ask you why someone from Gondor would be dealing with a general from Rohan. Who are you and what is your true agenda here?" Crystal asked.
Her natural defenses had taken over. Her usual confident stature was gone and replaced with a stance only true to travellers. She kept thinking that she wouldn't get caught, but now she was beginning to fear that she would right here and now. She wanted to be apart of this quest. She knew it would be dangerous, but it would be more dangerous to go with a man from Gondor that had dealings with her own father.
"Any dealings with my father about me must be taken up with me."
Crystal unsheathed her sword and held it up for the man to see. Anger glinted in her green eyes. She did not blink, did not move. It was unclear of her thoughts, but one. Her thought of anger and defense.
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