Mezzira's frown deepened at the mere reply, but abruptly clapped her hands. "Great!" She spoke, glancing up at the darkening sky. The lamps were already beginning to turn on, people returning to their homes after a long day at work. "I suggest we should go before it fully becomes midnight?" She muttered, shuddering slightly at the memory of a poor, innocent child getting ripped to pieces by a stray wolf that had wandered into town. Things tended to sneak into here, and be gone before sunrise where they escaped the patrolling guard's swords. She swallowed, blinked, and got up, walking nervously in the direction back home.
Viiul turned her gaze to the ground. Well, this was going to be awkward.Letting out a soft sigh, she followed after the blue haired boy, picking up her bow in the process. She inspected it, and a little frown came onto her face when she noticed that a part of the bow had chipped off from the battle in the castle. A battle mark, she guessed, and let her hands drop loosely to her sides. She hoped this gesture would be enough to tell them that she wouldn't kill or hurt them.
Derizon narrowed his eyes at Mezzira, but followed anyways. His hand still rested on the hilt of his sword, eyes moving to Fereda. "Trust her?" He whispered, jerking his chin in the direction of the violinist. His voice was low and cautious, his boots clanking on the ground, a small noise to cover his voice better.