Not Today, Death!

Salvia raises her eyebrows in surprise -- she had not made the connection until now. She nods and says, "Yes, let us away. Thank you, master Crumble. Should we find the book, we will take your offer under consideration! I for one am disposed to help you, but we shall see. Good day, sirs."

She turns to go and nods to Arne, heading out to head to this Lily place.

Having left the residence with the usual pleasantries, Hermann asks:

"Do you suppose they are still there? Perhaps it’s better to return to our employer in the hopes that we might regroup there. If they’ve spent all this time at the Lily, well… they’ve seen either great success or great failure!"

Kade sighs. "May have been too scary," he mutters, then turns to Winter. "We should get out of here until the city watch think we're behind this. You want to try and track her down?"

Salvia watches as the girl runs and then reacts with alarm as she cuts through iron with ease. She exclaims, "My word, she cut through that gate as if it were butter." Salvia approaches the gate and examines it, wondering how the girl did it. She also looks into the yard, curious about the girl as well.

"No time to dawdle!" Hermann shouts, as he whips out his rapier and rushes after the knife wielding girl with haste!

"Come! Come! Before she gets away!" he shouts back, urging the others on with a swish of his blade!

Salvia follows, but shouts after Hermann, saying, "Take care, now, Inquisitor! Perhaps she is fleeing from danger? Don't exact justice without speaking to her, yes?"

She steps daintily over the broken gate as Arne vaults over athletically, moving in front of her in an attempt to keep her safe.

Kade rushes after the girl, though he doesn't have faith that his old knees will be able to keep up.

Salvia trots after the girl, who seems to be in quite the hurry. Arne stays with his Lady.

Hermann was no stranger to giving chase, and even less of a stranger to giving chase to those who desperately didn’t want to be caught. Their lives often depended on it.

He races off after the girl, careful to keep on the side that would be hardest to slash at with that magical knife of hers. Before long he notices that he has raced ahead of the others, save only Kade who had appeared from a side street. He merely nods at his companion, not having had much chance to know his skill set.

He pushes himself on, and knows a moment before the end that the end is coming. He reaches a hand out and clasps it around the back of the girl’s collar; planting his heels into the stone street to brace for the girl’s jerking forward with momentum.

"I suggest you remain perfectly still!" he says, keeping her at arm’s reach.

Salvia walks up behind them, Arne at her side with his hand on his hilt. She says, "Excellent work, Hermann! You are quite quick, it seems. Now, young lady, please, we mean you no harm. Indeed, we saw you fleeing and, well, I was exceptionally impressed with your ability to cut through that gate! So I thought I would ensure that no one was pursuing you, perhaps with intent to do harm? Please, now, calm yourself, lest I be forced to cast a spell upon you, and Hermann be forced to do...well, whatever it is he does to the poorly behaved individuals he usually deals with. Whatever it is, I suspect it to be exceedingly unpleasant, I am sure. Are we understanding each other?"

Arne grunts to Salvia and nods his head in the direction behind her. She turns and sees Kade and Winter approaching from behind and adds, "Ah, Kade, Winter! Your timing is impeccable."

Salvia laughs, which sounds like the tinkling of bells. "My dear! I care not if you have stolen! I care about what you have stolen--that knife. I wish to know of it. Here... Allow me to demonstrate my earnestness."

She slides a hand into a pocket and produces 3 gold coins, holding them in her open palm. She continues, saying, "These are yours, and my leave to go where you wish, if you tell me. Hermann? Do you agree to these terms? We are not the local constabulary, after all."

Kade catches up, panting heavily, glad to see his companions again. "I... just... wanted... to... speak," he says between heavy breaths of air. He's getting too old for this crap.