Bryghtwood {Medieval Fantasy} OPEN!!!!!

The day of the meeting, and Alma was atop her preferred horse. The huge stallion was beside Roman's horse, both of them being surrounded by five other guards. Some of the guards' horses were also carrying a small sack of fruit. Alma looked around warily. To keep her word about not knowing the land, she refused to hear anything from her mother and go in just as blind as the others.

Alma looked as they reached the lake. It was a pretty little setting, with clean water and nothing off. The group stopped just past the treeline, the guards getting off of their horses.

Alma hummed in agreement. "You should see beyond their border, into the mountains. There's a reason people try to claim the land." It was indeed beautiful, but she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Barnes may have gotten very, VERY lucky that one time, but despite sharing blood with them the idea of encountering them made Alma nervous. "As long as the others don't try sniffing around, they should be fine too."

Alma didn't really seem surprised or wary upon seeing the others. Mainly because almost every other living creature besides a human looked, well, somewhat like them in a way. Just not exactly human. "Pleased that you could make it," she said simply. "And I hope you were trusting enough of my word to come straight here."

Alma just studied their mounts, looking them over for a moment before saying "I'm sure he has. We're curious to hear a little bit about you though, considering you wish to provide aid from what he says."

Alma shook his hand. "Of course. We all need to band together for the time being to ensure the best possibility of victory." She looked the other pair over. "I assume you'd want something in turn for helping though. Part of me doubts you'd so graciously just offer your aid, even against the enemy that comes."

Alma listened silently. "Your son should've assumed kindness like you do." But no, he had to attempt to steal after killing their people. She was quiet for another moment before saying "We can negotiate sharing our supplies and getting you connected to the other houses if you provide aid to us during the war. However, I assume you don't expect such a process to be easy after my people's first encounter with one of yours."

Alma arched a brow. "I assume your son learns from his people. You don't become what you are just by being born. You learn things, and are formed by what you are exposed to. And, he is the only witness to what actually happened before he slaughtered our people. For all we know, he could get his kicks from killing regardless if the opposer was trying to be lethal or not." She smiled slightly. "We don't know anything about you, and your first impression is thievery and death. Now, that is nothing new to me but that doesn't mean I'll welcome you with open arms. If anything, Bryghtwood should be calling for his head more than anything. However, my husband and I have better things to do than throw dust in the eye like you have before today." She paused for a another moment. "Your son spoke highly of his home, as vague as he was. What specifically would you bring in aid to us?"

Alma gave a rather crooked smile. "I see. However, we won't get into it for now." She was about to say something else when she was interrupted by chirping. It was a rather pretty tune, like some of the birds she'd heard on the way there. Her demeanor didn't really change, but she ran a hand through her short hair, something she did when she was nervous. "Your protection would be appreciated, and I will see to it that the other houses meet with you for specific resources."

Alma nodded in agreement to this. "He's right. It's best our people learn soon so there's no complications if we actually end up there." Part of her was relieved to be making a little progress with these people, but she was still suspicious of them.

Alma shrugged slightly. "Perhaps if the other houses opened their lands to you, your people could but that would likely not come to be. At least not for a while." She then heard movement, and warily looked around.

Alma studied the treeline. "I assume your son mentioned that this place had other inhabitants. Deadlock Mountains' actual border is just a few miles back that way, but that doesn't necessarily mean this area isn't theirs either..."

Alma raised a brow. "Oh? There's nothing much you found in detail then, except for my father's Bryghtwood lineage. Anything else is essentially nonexistent, unless you kidnapped my mother and questioned her." It was no secret Magna was from Deadlock Mountains, and Alma of course had told Roman, but the folk there were tight-lipped about it all to those who were not from or related to someone from there. "In a way, I'm as in the dark as you are. And, I did state to your son that this area essentially guaranteed no safety." She heard the whistles again. "My mother taught me basics though, because to keep tradition from new blood allows it to die out. And the one thing she always told me was to know your place when on their land." She looked to the side as something appeared. A bipedal form, emerging from the treeline out of seemingly nowhere. At first glance, it looked to be covered in fur, but that was actually a cover of armor underneath as it straightened up. Bones also served as plating among critical parts of the figure, melded into the metal, with a mask made out of a skull covering the face aside from the eyes of course.

Alma smiled slightly. "It'll be a ways before we share a table together. A few days isn't enough for us to completely toss out the fact you killed some of our people." She kept her eye on the new arrival though, watching their careful movements as they studied the group. She could tell that the figure was already examining them. They continued to whistle as they walked a slow circle around both groups. The guards fidgeted as the figure walked right up to the leaders of both sides, circling them once as well, even sniffing at them.