"A wyrm in Chemois?" Siverly asked, his voice immediately accusatory.
Irene opened her mouth to speak up for herself, but it was the Commander who spoke up first, coming to her defense before any misunderstandings could arise.
"Further north, in their normal territory," Henry explained. "Where Irene's ancestors came from. She experienced one on her journey last winter."
Siverly corrected his assumption by training his expression, and then he began to step forward and circle the mage, piquing his interest immediately.
"Why is it always the two of you in these situations?" the mage wondered as he sized up the two knights.
While Henry had been the most entertainment a mage could ask for, Irene was getting up there. He heard of her poisoning through the arrow as a child and what she did in battle. Then she came down from winterization and was the one who had gotten hurt twice.
