"Oi! Back off you bloody pompous knight! Shes my foind!" responded the slaver, pulling out his axe. Ilithael glared back at the man, pulling out his greatsword as he did so. if this is how it shall be, then- But his thought was cut off as the woman grabbed his lag and set it alight, white flames spreading throughout his clothes and onto his skin. the man flailed about, trying to get rid of it before grabbing a barrel of water in an attempt to put it out. alas, it was not to be, as the man fell to the floor, burned alive. the barrel fell onto the floor, dousing the flames on the dead man. Ilithael looked back to the woman, who had started speaking "Thou art..of righteous intent...god bless." After speaking, she collapsed to the ground. Ilithael looked to the green clad angel, then looked back to the rest of the tavern, who were in shock from the events that played before them. Knowing that they witnessed magic, Ilithael knew that they were going to become rowdy and want to get after the woman. So Ilithael quickly picked up the maiden, held her over her shoulder, and quickly left the tavern and headed to the clock tower, not wanting to get any attention.
Eventually, he made it to the tower and entered the door, walking up the stairs and reaching the upper floor. He sat down on the floor of the tower and put down the woman, setting her down gently as not to wake her up or hurt her. He looked over to the woman, thinking to himself hmm. whatever shall I do with thee?
