Iskaya Skarrat and Bellamy: BabysitterAnd We're Not Talking Just Alora Now a collab between @Elle Joyner, @rissa, and @Doctor Jax Bellamy had asked Iskaya to secure the wagon while he and Alora were escorted to their room. But that was nearly an hour ago… Cargo was stored on a large, open-aired section of the raft with anchors for horses, carriages, and the like to be steadied during the travel. The night sky was riddled with constellations and the bright light of the moon. It wasn’t full, perhaps a week away, but it filled the darkness with silvery light. The river was more music than noise as the raft floated swiftly upon it. A few faint voices could be heard from the small crowd of people near the braziers. No doubt warming themselves as they hadn’t had enough orks to buy a room. But three figures, hidden by shadows, lurked up and down the rows of carriages, horses, and goods, searching… searching for something. Outside, Skaya rolled her shoulders. It had taken longer than she'd anticipated to harness the horses and cart, what with the extra burden on board. The horses snorted quietly while Iskaya finally put down the last tie. But there was something that was tugging at the edge of her intuition, a feeling that there was something not quite right. She had always considered her gut instinct to be her strongest asset, and she was not like to ignore it. The Ka'Lene looked around, the cargo area. Fire flickered around poor souls who'd not had the money for board. In between the carriages, though, she could see small figures, shadowy and hunched. Her eyes narrowed and she padded along the carriages, keeping one row behind a dark figure. Quietly, she slipped down and hung from the axle of the carriage. She wasn't about to risk that their prize was about to be stolen, but perhaps discretion was best practiced first. The two figures continued to creep slowly, hunched deep in the shadows. Their destination was obvious: they crept towards the board house. But they soon fell short. Before the cover of wagons and goods gave way to the only entrance into the board rooms, the two figures halted their approach. One let out a frustrated grunt and it led way to a murmuring exchange. At the entrance, a single man stood, framed by the outline of the door which had been fastened with endless light crystals. The murmuring grew an octave and the guard cocked a brow. The two figures were oddly adept at shielding themselves from sight, but… “Reveal yourselves.” The guard said calmly, not moving from the door. Skaya meanwhile held her breath as the two figures stopped just before the board house. She had managed to creep alongside, using the undersides of carriages as convenient cover, but alas their voices were too muffled to hear. Then, the guard saw them, and he called out for them to reveal themselves. Skaya winced. If anyone were to do something drastic, now would be the time. She decided to take a gamble. Skaya dropped from the axle and silently walked from her wagon. "Ho," she said. " 'Pologies. Had to make sure my wagon were secure." She put herself between the sneaking figures and the guard. If they were to attack now, they risked two people against them openly, rather than just one. That may give them pause if their intentions were less than friendly. The guard eyed the Ka’Lene with suspicion before giving her a small dip of his head. Recognizing her face once the endless light illuminated it. She was in Bellamy’s circle, a feat in of itself and so he took a single step forward and offered her the door with a flick of his arm. He was swarthy in complexion, though his dark amber skin marked him of Lorasean descent. The door opened on it’s own accord as it registered his command. As it did, the two figures burst from their hiding spot, ripples of half-contained illusion magic concealing their true forms. Nonetheless, the figures were short and squat and they giggled as they’re wispy bubble-like mass shot through the short space between the carriages, Iskaya, and the guard. But what they didn’t expect of course, was the silvery shield that protected the entryway and the resulting reverberating shake it gave the whole raft. When the wispy mass hit the silver shield the magic broke and sent the two figures flying backwards. By way of endless light the two figures were revealed: not much more than children, halfbreeds the both of them, and sporting humorously shocked faces. The pair glanced around, one wary, the other enthralled despite the fact they were identical in appearance. “Skaya?” One of them asked in confusion, rubbing the back of his head. “Is that you? Where’s Bell? We were tryin’ to get to Bell! Where is he?” “You know these two?” The Guard asked with a small frown. Skaya had drawn her bent-knife the moment she'd heard the pitter-patter of feet edge in past her. Just as she'd turned to face her attackers, the two struck a shield that surrounded the boardhouse -- perhaps sensing their need to intrude, though Skaya wouldn't know, she wasn't magically-inclined -- and she took the moment to advanced. Of course, that was until she saw the faces of the two who'd tried to get in. The halfbreed kids had faces younger than morning dew, and Skaya bit down a nasty word. She sighed and rolled her shoulders as she stood up, stowing away her knife. "Yes, I know them. Unfortunately," Skaya stated scathingly. Why did it have to be children? "Tre, Iam, what are you doing here? I should skin you," Iskaya said, though her words had no real bite. She'd threatened to hang the hides of both the twins enough that they probably took it as a sign of endearment. "I won't be tellin' you were Bells is till you say." "But-" Tre began. "We were sent!" Iam finished for his brother. "Yeah, by Master-- Oof, Iam what the hell!" "He told us not to say anything!" "Yeah but Bells is gunna' tell her anyways." The silver shield melted away the moment Bellamy neared and curious, lip still bleeding, he took in the sight before him. The Marbalean twins were a surprise, though one he should have expected. He sighed deep, pulled two copper orks from his money pouch and handed them to Marvah, the Entry Guardian. The man accepted the coin, but shook his head sadly. "The Baron doesn't allow--" "I know," Bellamy said with a sigh. "Here--" He pulled out four more coins and nodded both the twins and Iskaya through the entry. "May the Three Sisters bless us." Bellamy replied solemnly before escorting them back to their boardroom. With the same small key, Bell unlocked the door and hurriedly pushed them inside. The last thing he needed was the Baron to come out and catch them breaking his rules... He was too tired to swim. Skaya only raised an eyebrow at Bellamy's split lip as she was led -- along with the twins -- towards their rooms in the boardhouse. "We have rugrats accompanying us. They'll keep you company," Skaya said with a withering look to either of the twins, who no doubt cringed under her stare. She had made it abundantly clear in the past that while she would tolerate children, she by no means would be their keeper, and she expected them to behave. She looked over to Bells with carefully hooded eyes. "I want to talk," she stated simply, nodding her head towards the door.