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"--and it's about three hours' journey further down this trail to the next village. The terrain does get a bit spotty in places, but if you take it nice and slow, it won't be a problem at all. Travel safely, now!"

The young family of magical refugees (a man, woman, and twin girls that look to be five or six) are all smiles as they wave before turning and heading down the trail, the little girls each wearing a thick, white fluffy scarf that they didn't have when Saida had come across them during one of her self-imposed patrols a couple of days ago. They had been woefully unprepared for their attempt at freedom, as a matter of fact; the elemental had found them right before things went from worse to desperate. For all that one of the young ones had the gift of calling fire, it hadn't been all that useful without anything dry to burn. To see the small group faring so much better from simple kindness warmed her heart right up, something plain as day in her smile as she waves back at the quartet before turning around and heading back toward the cave that had become her base of operations, the white-clad female stopping only to retrieve her trident from the pile of snow that she had stuck it in - it's hard to hug anyone with a weapon in one hand, after all.

About two minutes' journey is all it takes for her to step through the thick furs she had hung about a foot back from the cave's entrance, Saida sighing in relief as the warmth from the fire chased away those few lingering vestiges of cold that were nipping at her nose. The temperature fluctuation ultimately didn't do much beyond causing vague discomfort, something she was definitely grateful for. Shedding her cloak and hanging it on an outcropping of rock near the fire, the elemental shakes her head to dislodge any snowflakes that had settled onto the multi-tonal curls of her azure hair before seating herself on a crudely-carved chair that someone had carved for her as a token of thanks. White skirts of thick velvet are moved into proper position by pale hands before Saida sighs, settling back in her seat and simply enjoying the feeling of a job well done. Such wasn't going to last, of course... but she didn't know that, now did she?

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Rumors of a strange woman helping mages escape Connlaoth wasn't typically enough to rouse Seiko's interest to the point she felt an investigation was in order. Granted, she would have certainly preferred those mages stayed in Connlaoth and joined her cause, but mild annoyance wasn't enough of a motivator to trek to the border regions. However, the physical description of the woman certainly was...not that Seiko was actively looking for company (far more futile endeavors were on her list than that, including, say, a headlong assault on the palace), but adding another pure elemental to the ranks would certainly improve her ability to make war on the people of Connlaoth.

She didn't bring many men with her, only two guards to deter an attack by some foolish highwayman. Bandits didn't scare her, they were her people...and if they weren't, they were usually smart enough to fear her. Plus, a small entourage meant faster travel, as less gear and supplies needed to be transported. It hadn't been long before they stumbled across signs of a camp, small enough that it could have only been meant for a group no more than perhaps a half dozen strong, and a few footprints still visible in the snow led Seiko and her escorts in the right direction. In just short of a day's time, they came across fresher tracks, ones that had yet to be filled in by snow. One in particular moved away from the group toward a cave...a clearly inhabited cave.

"Wait at the entrance. You'll be summoned if there's trouble,"
Seiko gruffly commanded, marching off without waiting for any sort of response. If the men were bright, they wouldn't have one. Nor did she wait to be invited inside the cave, instead pushing the furs guarding the entrance out of her way and stepping inside like she was entitled to be there. The fire flared larger almost immediately, and what little snow was still present on the black and crimson robes Seiko wore quickly turned to steam; the metal accents she'd sewn into her robes glowed with intense heat not long after.

"So. You do exist. I suppose some rumors are to be trusted."