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<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Celine Devareux, the Countess of this nice and small little bit of land, was dressed in a dark green fur trimmed cloak and carrying a basket of mysterious contents. The sun was bright, leaving the world a beautiful sparkling snow blanket of white!] <span class="time">-02:53 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Nikolas Walentowicz pulled his heavy grey woolen cloak tight over patched tunic and trousers, his well worn boots leaving prints in the snow as he approached the Countess's gate.] <span class="time">-02:56 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine WAS in good spirits. On a pleasant mission to bring treats to a hungry friend... and there was her newest nemesis once again. Approaching her gate of all places. Normally she was running circles around him in the forest, so this was a surprise. Celine stopped at the gate, a little wary about opening it up. "...this is a surprise, Warden... have you come to visit someone?" <span class="time">-02:59 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> Nikolas stopped, letting the cloak fall open. His left hand rested lightly on his sword, his right hung loosely. He appeared to be ready for business. "I've come to speak to you about important business, M'lady." He seemed slightly on edge, blue eyes looking over her form with heavy scrutiny, lingering on the basket. <span class="time">-03:04 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "Hmm." Though she looked calm, inwardly she was in a panic. Did he find out? ...No, she had been very careful! This was very ill-timed, though. If she didn't go soon, there was going to be a very hungry someone and there would be trouble. "I'm afraid now isn't the best of times... But if you returned tomorrow we could discuss anything you wish." Fully expecting him to accept her excuse, she opened the gate and stepped out quickly. Shutting it behind her so he wouldn't go sneaking on to castle grounds. <span class="time">-03:11 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He didn't wait, moving close to her. Though he dared not put his hand upon the noble woman, he did reach for the basket, intending to grab it and force her to either stay and talk to him via his hold on it or to drop it so he could see the contents. "I'm afraid now will have to do. I'm getting tired of being sidetracked every time I try to talk to you, Countess." He gave her a stern frown, eyes narrowing with open suspicion. <span class="time">-03:14 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was quick to pull her basket away and hide it behind her back. Which, as an after thought, probably looked more suspicious. But she rathered he -didn't- go snooping through her things! "I am sorry that seems the case, but I really <i>do</i> need to be going and I am sure you're a very busy man! There is no reason to wait here, I will be away for some hours." She was already trying to side step around him so she could get going. <span class="time">-03:17 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He didn't block her path, but he -did- start to follow her. "If you will not give me a moment of your time here, then I shall simply have to accompany you." He seemed set on his choice of action. "You have been avoiding me for some time, and you are clearly hiding something from me. I aim to discover just what it is." He felt no need for subtlety; it cost precious time. Noble she might be, but she'd been doing something suspicious in his forest. <span class="time">-03:21 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Stopping suddenly, she turned to cast him a frown. The expression she wore gave the impression she might've also stomped her foot and pouted were she not trying to remain dignified. "That's completely unnecessary... and an intrusion of privacy! ...Not that I wouldn't -otherwise- enjoy the company, but I am to meet a friend and it would be impolite to bring a guest. You <i>do</i> understand, don't you...?" He had to make this so difficult. <span class="time">-03:24 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "I understand that you have played me for a fool. I may be a simple man, Lady, but I am not an idiot." He stepped forward, almost standing toe to toe with her. "In matters that may threaten the safety of the kingdom within my forest, I do have the rights to question you. So I would suggest that you stay and be questioned." <span class="time">-03:28 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I don't mean to insult you.." At <i>that</i> she did look apologetic about. The problem with keeping secrets, was that sometimes she had to do unpleasant things. He likely didn't deserve them, but it was something that couldn't be helped... "All right. If it is only a few questions. But as quickly as possible?" <span class="time">-03:31 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He gave a nod, stepping back a few paces. "You've been acting suspiciously in the forest for some time. For a noble woman to travel without a retinue of attendants is suspicious on its own merits, let alone the times you have distracted me with tasks so that you could slip away. Just what is your business in the forest?" <span class="time">-03:33 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I don't think it's so strange for a woman to want privacy when she goes on walks..." she started slowly. Yes, it did seem he was getting really suspicious! Celine was going to have to be more careful. "I like to talk walks in the forest. It's peaceful and beautiful. ...and I really don't <i>mean</i> to cause you trouble, but you are a little distracting when I am on my walks?" It seemed like a perfectly reasonable explination. <span class="time">-03:35 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He clearly wasn't convinced. But if she wished to play games... "It is unsafe for a woman, particularly a woman of means, to travel alone through the forest. I will accompany you until you reach your destination to ensure your safety. Distraction is worth you not being food for wolves." <span class="time">-03:39 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine wished she could just shove him over and run for it! It would be so much simplier than trying to come up with stories and lies! "I really appreciate your concern, but it's completely unnecessary! The woods are very safe and I have been roaming around them for years without any trouble at all." <span class="time">-03:41 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>As if on cue, just to disprove her words there came a loud hooowling growl from the line of trees. Except, it didn't sound like any wolf! <span class="time">-Celine</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> His gaze when to the tree line, and his hand snapped out, attempting to take her elbow and move himself between her an the trees. "I'm afraid I am going to have to insist this time." His other hand went for his sword, drawing it with a soft ringing sound. <span class="time">-03:44 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Blast it. Celine knew this delay would be a problem. She should have left so much earlier in the morning! Celine was about to argue the point again, but the was the flicker of movement between the trees. Something large, white and very furry. "...You know, I think I could delay seeing my friend for now. Would you like to join me inside the castle?" She was moving back in front of him now. Her basket hooked on her arm as she pressed her hands against his chest to move him back towards the gate. <span class="time">-03:47 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He frowned and almost growled as he spoke. "You go inside, then. I'll deal with this creature." He stepped to one side, advancing toward the halfseen beast. "And don't try to run off. I don't think I'd have the slightest bit of trouble tracking you in this snow." <span class="time">-03:49 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine had to set her basket in the snow so that she could grab on to the back of his cloak in an attempt to hold him to the spot. "It's so unsafe! ....the wolves, I mean! They could easily rip a man to pieces, I am sure!" <span class="time">-03:51 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He stumbled, finding his cloak weighted. Turning, he threw out his free hand in exacerbation. "What is wrong with you, woman? If that thing comes to hunt us, there is no possibility of my keeping it from doing so if you hold onto me like this." He reached up, unclasping his cloak. The cloak slid from his shoulders as he stepped toward the forest, falling to the snow. <span class="time">-03:54 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> To her alarm, he friend was NOT staying in the forest. The large furry form, much larger than a wolf and even several times bigger than a bear was shuffling out of the tree line looking confused and very hungry. Yeti never were the patience types. ...Celine almost squeaked in frustration. She jumped through the snow as quick as she could to catch up to the man, then she hopped on to his back. Circling her arms around his head so he couldn't see. Hoping he hadn't already and would take her silly screaming as a woman's fright! "Ruuun~! Fleee!" <span class="time">-03:59 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> Something was coming out of the woods, but before he could get a good look at it, he had a screaming mad woman on his back. He cursed creatively and tried to flip her from his back or pry her hands from his eyes at the very least. "Are you addled or something, woman?! What is wrong with you?" <span class="time">-04:01 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was barely able to hold on. She kept the one arm around his head to keep his eyes covered, while her other was waving frantically trying to get her Yeti friend to run back in to the forest. The blasted thing was scratching it's head in confusion, and looking a little concerned about her entire display. "Wait! It's all right, I don't see a thing at all. I <i>don't see a thing over there by the trees that shouldn't be there</i>." She attempted to give a hint for the Yeti. <span class="time">-04:08 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> There was more cursing. Eventually, he leaned rapidly forward in an attempt to dislodge her and send her into the snow. "If you don't let go, you raving mad woman, we might both be dead before I can figure out what to fight!" She was insane! She had to be. He had a second to entertain the thought that she should be locked up for her own safety. <span class="time">-04:12 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Landing in the snow with a yelp, it wasn't him she was rising up quickly to look at, but the trees. Celine gave an audible sigh of relief when there didn't seem to be a single hint of a furry Yeti standing there, outside of the tracks in the snow. "I am -not- a raving mad woman." <span class="time">-04:17 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He shook his head, stalking over to the tree line to investigate. "If you have a wolf pack around here, there are precautions you are going to want to take." As he neared the prints, he slowed. They looked wrong, very wrong. He turned to the countess, crossing his arms over his chest. "Explain." <span class="time">-04:19 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was standing now, trying to dust snow off her cloak and dress. "It was a wolf, wasn't it...? I know I over-reacted a little bit... but I suppose I have a soft spot for wolves?" <span class="time">-04:23 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He beckoned her close, and whether or not she chose to approach, he gestured at the prints. "No wolf would leave prints like these." He shook his head. "I've had it with your lies and trickery!" He closed whatever distance was left between them and attempted to take her arms in his hands. "We're going inside and you are going to explain just what is going on." <span class="time">-04:26 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "You make me sound like a villain!" she said with a little offense, backing away from him not out of fear, but from having her feelings hurt a bit. ....granted, it was true! Her lies and tricks, but it sounded so terrible coming from him. Celine moved away to get her basket back. "I'm really very late.." <span class="time">-04:33 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He paused, frowning at her. "I want to see what is in the basket. If you've nothing to hide, you will show me." Again, he reached for her arm, trying to catch her in a light grip and keep her there. <span class="time">-04:36 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> He caught her and she huffed. "If that is what you want to see." Celine paused, holding her basket up to move aside the small cover and show him. Simple sandwiches. That's all it was. More than enough for several people. Celine still looked a little cross, but she was trying to be patient about it. At least now that her Yeti was far enough away. <span class="time">-04:40 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He frowned, appearing confused. Slowly, he released her. "You could have showed me that at the outset and I would have let you go on your way." He strode over to his cloak, picking it up and draping it around himself. "Have a good day. I'm going to track the beast that found its way here and see if I can be sure it poses no threat." <span class="time">-04:43 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "...He's gone back in to the trees. He shouldn't be a problem anymore!" Celine really didn't want to have to jump on him again. That was awkward enough as it was. <span class="time">-04:48 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "It was likely startled by your shouting. Those are not wolf prints. Something dangerous is out there." He started for the forest, seeming inclined to leave her be for the moment. "I know how to handle myself, so don't fear for me." <span class="time">-04:49 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> ....drats! Celine followed after him quickly. With the tracks as obvious as they were, she would have to intervene before he found the Yeti! "There's nothing out there truely dangerous, really. Would you like to come back for tea?" <span class="time">-04:56 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "You have already said you have somewhere to be. I'd suggest you hurry if you want to be on time." He crouched down, reaching a hand down to trace the outline of the print in the shimmering snow. <span class="time">-04:58 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I was going to be walking in this direction anyway..." she responded slowly. Celine kept close at his heels, glacing around in to the trees seeing if she could spot it first. <span class="time">-05:04 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He made his way into the woods, frowning. This woman was either insane or he about had her caught in her lies. "I'd rather you not come with. This creature, judging by the size of the prints, could probably swallow you in a few bites. And you're unarmed." <span class="time">-05:05 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> That had her grinning. But she seemed to catch herself and return to looking concerned. "I am fairly sure I'm not edible. ...but, wouldn't you rather come and ask me more questions? I'm already late it wouldn't matter now!" <span class="time">-05:10 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He grunted as he kept moving, checking trees for hair or anything that might identify the beast. Sword out again, he seemed ready to defend agianst wild things. "I am tired of this game." He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "You keep treating me as though I'm a fool. I'm not. If you tell me the truth, I might be able to plead for leniency for you regarding whatever crimes you've committed." <span class="time">-05:13 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Nikolas Walentowicz pulled his heavy grey woolen cloak tight over patched tunic and trousers, his well worn boots leaving prints in the snow as he approached the Countess's gate.] <span class="time">-02:56 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine WAS in good spirits. On a pleasant mission to bring treats to a hungry friend... and there was her newest nemesis once again. Approaching her gate of all places. Normally she was running circles around him in the forest, so this was a surprise. Celine stopped at the gate, a little wary about opening it up. "...this is a surprise, Warden... have you come to visit someone?" <span class="time">-02:59 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> Nikolas stopped, letting the cloak fall open. His left hand rested lightly on his sword, his right hung loosely. He appeared to be ready for business. "I've come to speak to you about important business, M'lady." He seemed slightly on edge, blue eyes looking over her form with heavy scrutiny, lingering on the basket. <span class="time">-03:04 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "Hmm." Though she looked calm, inwardly she was in a panic. Did he find out? ...No, she had been very careful! This was very ill-timed, though. If she didn't go soon, there was going to be a very hungry someone and there would be trouble. "I'm afraid now isn't the best of times... But if you returned tomorrow we could discuss anything you wish." Fully expecting him to accept her excuse, she opened the gate and stepped out quickly. Shutting it behind her so he wouldn't go sneaking on to castle grounds. <span class="time">-03:11 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He didn't wait, moving close to her. Though he dared not put his hand upon the noble woman, he did reach for the basket, intending to grab it and force her to either stay and talk to him via his hold on it or to drop it so he could see the contents. "I'm afraid now will have to do. I'm getting tired of being sidetracked every time I try to talk to you, Countess." He gave her a stern frown, eyes narrowing with open suspicion. <span class="time">-03:14 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was quick to pull her basket away and hide it behind her back. Which, as an after thought, probably looked more suspicious. But she rathered he -didn't- go snooping through her things! "I am sorry that seems the case, but I really <i>do</i> need to be going and I am sure you're a very busy man! There is no reason to wait here, I will be away for some hours." She was already trying to side step around him so she could get going. <span class="time">-03:17 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He didn't block her path, but he -did- start to follow her. "If you will not give me a moment of your time here, then I shall simply have to accompany you." He seemed set on his choice of action. "You have been avoiding me for some time, and you are clearly hiding something from me. I aim to discover just what it is." He felt no need for subtlety; it cost precious time. Noble she might be, but she'd been doing something suspicious in his forest. <span class="time">-03:21 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Stopping suddenly, she turned to cast him a frown. The expression she wore gave the impression she might've also stomped her foot and pouted were she not trying to remain dignified. "That's completely unnecessary... and an intrusion of privacy! ...Not that I wouldn't -otherwise- enjoy the company, but I am to meet a friend and it would be impolite to bring a guest. You <i>do</i> understand, don't you...?" He had to make this so difficult. <span class="time">-03:24 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "I understand that you have played me for a fool. I may be a simple man, Lady, but I am not an idiot." He stepped forward, almost standing toe to toe with her. "In matters that may threaten the safety of the kingdom within my forest, I do have the rights to question you. So I would suggest that you stay and be questioned." <span class="time">-03:28 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I don't mean to insult you.." At <i>that</i> she did look apologetic about. The problem with keeping secrets, was that sometimes she had to do unpleasant things. He likely didn't deserve them, but it was something that couldn't be helped... "All right. If it is only a few questions. But as quickly as possible?" <span class="time">-03:31 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He gave a nod, stepping back a few paces. "You've been acting suspiciously in the forest for some time. For a noble woman to travel without a retinue of attendants is suspicious on its own merits, let alone the times you have distracted me with tasks so that you could slip away. Just what is your business in the forest?" <span class="time">-03:33 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I don't think it's so strange for a woman to want privacy when she goes on walks..." she started slowly. Yes, it did seem he was getting really suspicious! Celine was going to have to be more careful. "I like to talk walks in the forest. It's peaceful and beautiful. ...and I really don't <i>mean</i> to cause you trouble, but you are a little distracting when I am on my walks?" It seemed like a perfectly reasonable explination. <span class="time">-03:35 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He clearly wasn't convinced. But if she wished to play games... "It is unsafe for a woman, particularly a woman of means, to travel alone through the forest. I will accompany you until you reach your destination to ensure your safety. Distraction is worth you not being food for wolves." <span class="time">-03:39 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine wished she could just shove him over and run for it! It would be so much simplier than trying to come up with stories and lies! "I really appreciate your concern, but it's completely unnecessary! The woods are very safe and I have been roaming around them for years without any trouble at all." <span class="time">-03:41 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>As if on cue, just to disprove her words there came a loud hooowling growl from the line of trees. Except, it didn't sound like any wolf! <span class="time">-Celine</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> His gaze when to the tree line, and his hand snapped out, attempting to take her elbow and move himself between her an the trees. "I'm afraid I am going to have to insist this time." His other hand went for his sword, drawing it with a soft ringing sound. <span class="time">-03:44 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Blast it. Celine knew this delay would be a problem. She should have left so much earlier in the morning! Celine was about to argue the point again, but the was the flicker of movement between the trees. Something large, white and very furry. "...You know, I think I could delay seeing my friend for now. Would you like to join me inside the castle?" She was moving back in front of him now. Her basket hooked on her arm as she pressed her hands against his chest to move him back towards the gate. <span class="time">-03:47 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He frowned and almost growled as he spoke. "You go inside, then. I'll deal with this creature." He stepped to one side, advancing toward the halfseen beast. "And don't try to run off. I don't think I'd have the slightest bit of trouble tracking you in this snow." <span class="time">-03:49 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine had to set her basket in the snow so that she could grab on to the back of his cloak in an attempt to hold him to the spot. "It's so unsafe! ....the wolves, I mean! They could easily rip a man to pieces, I am sure!" <span class="time">-03:51 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He stumbled, finding his cloak weighted. Turning, he threw out his free hand in exacerbation. "What is wrong with you, woman? If that thing comes to hunt us, there is no possibility of my keeping it from doing so if you hold onto me like this." He reached up, unclasping his cloak. The cloak slid from his shoulders as he stepped toward the forest, falling to the snow. <span class="time">-03:54 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> To her alarm, he friend was NOT staying in the forest. The large furry form, much larger than a wolf and even several times bigger than a bear was shuffling out of the tree line looking confused and very hungry. Yeti never were the patience types. ...Celine almost squeaked in frustration. She jumped through the snow as quick as she could to catch up to the man, then she hopped on to his back. Circling her arms around his head so he couldn't see. Hoping he hadn't already and would take her silly screaming as a woman's fright! "Ruuun~! Fleee!" <span class="time">-03:59 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> Something was coming out of the woods, but before he could get a good look at it, he had a screaming mad woman on his back. He cursed creatively and tried to flip her from his back or pry her hands from his eyes at the very least. "Are you addled or something, woman?! What is wrong with you?" <span class="time">-04:01 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was barely able to hold on. She kept the one arm around his head to keep his eyes covered, while her other was waving frantically trying to get her Yeti friend to run back in to the forest. The blasted thing was scratching it's head in confusion, and looking a little concerned about her entire display. "Wait! It's all right, I don't see a thing at all. I <i>don't see a thing over there by the trees that shouldn't be there</i>." She attempted to give a hint for the Yeti. <span class="time">-04:08 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> There was more cursing. Eventually, he leaned rapidly forward in an attempt to dislodge her and send her into the snow. "If you don't let go, you raving mad woman, we might both be dead before I can figure out what to fight!" She was insane! She had to be. He had a second to entertain the thought that she should be locked up for her own safety. <span class="time">-04:12 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Landing in the snow with a yelp, it wasn't him she was rising up quickly to look at, but the trees. Celine gave an audible sigh of relief when there didn't seem to be a single hint of a furry Yeti standing there, outside of the tracks in the snow. "I am -not- a raving mad woman." <span class="time">-04:17 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He shook his head, stalking over to the tree line to investigate. "If you have a wolf pack around here, there are precautions you are going to want to take." As he neared the prints, he slowed. They looked wrong, very wrong. He turned to the countess, crossing his arms over his chest. "Explain." <span class="time">-04:19 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> Celine was standing now, trying to dust snow off her cloak and dress. "It was a wolf, wasn't it...? I know I over-reacted a little bit... but I suppose I have a soft spot for wolves?" <span class="time">-04:23 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He beckoned her close, and whether or not she chose to approach, he gestured at the prints. "No wolf would leave prints like these." He shook his head. "I've had it with your lies and trickery!" He closed whatever distance was left between them and attempted to take her arms in his hands. "We're going inside and you are going to explain just what is going on." <span class="time">-04:26 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "You make me sound like a villain!" she said with a little offense, backing away from him not out of fear, but from having her feelings hurt a bit. ....granted, it was true! Her lies and tricks, but it sounded so terrible coming from him. Celine moved away to get her basket back. "I'm really very late.." <span class="time">-04:33 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He paused, frowning at her. "I want to see what is in the basket. If you've nothing to hide, you will show me." Again, he reached for her arm, trying to catch her in a light grip and keep her there. <span class="time">-04:36 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> He caught her and she huffed. "If that is what you want to see." Celine paused, holding her basket up to move aside the small cover and show him. Simple sandwiches. That's all it was. More than enough for several people. Celine still looked a little cross, but she was trying to be patient about it. At least now that her Yeti was far enough away. <span class="time">-04:40 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He frowned, appearing confused. Slowly, he released her. "You could have showed me that at the outset and I would have let you go on your way." He strode over to his cloak, picking it up and draping it around himself. "Have a good day. I'm going to track the beast that found its way here and see if I can be sure it poses no threat." <span class="time">-04:43 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "...He's gone back in to the trees. He shouldn't be a problem anymore!" Celine really didn't want to have to jump on him again. That was awkward enough as it was. <span class="time">-04:48 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "It was likely startled by your shouting. Those are not wolf prints. Something dangerous is out there." He started for the forest, seeming inclined to leave her be for the moment. "I know how to handle myself, so don't fear for me." <span class="time">-04:49 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> ....drats! Celine followed after him quickly. With the tracks as obvious as they were, she would have to intervene before he found the Yeti! "There's nothing out there truely dangerous, really. Would you like to come back for tea?" <span class="time">-04:56 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> "You have already said you have somewhere to be. I'd suggest you hurry if you want to be on time." He crouched down, reaching a hand down to trace the outline of the print in the shimmering snow. <span class="time">-04:58 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> "I was going to be walking in this direction anyway..." she responded slowly. Celine kept close at his heels, glacing around in to the trees seeing if she could spot it first. <span class="time">-05:04 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He made his way into the woods, frowning. This woman was either insane or he about had her caught in her lies. "I'd rather you not come with. This creature, judging by the size of the prints, could probably swallow you in a few bites. And you're unarmed." <span class="time">-05:05 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #78AB46;"><span class="username">Celine: </span> That had her grinning. But she seemed to catch herself and return to looking concerned. "I am fairly sure I'm not edible. ...but, wouldn't you rather come and ask me more questions? I'm already late it wouldn't matter now!" <span class="time">-05:10 Mar 20</span></div>
<div style="color: #DB2645;"><span class="username">Nikolas Walentowicz: </span> He grunted as he kept moving, checking trees for hair or anything that might identify the beast. Sword out again, he seemed ready to defend agianst wild things. "I am tired of this game." He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "You keep treating me as though I'm a fool. I'm not. If you tell me the truth, I might be able to plead for leniency for you regarding whatever crimes you've committed." <span class="time">-05:13 Mar 20</span></div>