Unfortunate Indeed

Adisla's good mood of finding a target to impale with her halberd carried her down the steps of the inn with a grin on her lips and a certain pip to her step that anyone who regularly worked with her would know meant that someone or something was about to die a gruesome and excrutiating death. However, the mood left her as soon as she had to come to a sudden stop, inches from colliding with a man coming from the stables who had not been looking where he had been going. Narrowing her eyes, she planted the butt end of her halberd into the ground, her right hand choking up towards the blade so that her forearm rested against it and came to a right angle with her upper arm and shoulders.

Leaning against the halberd slightly, she extended her left hand and grabbed hold of the man's tunic, her thumb raising slightly to edge his head up so that she could see his face. (He can tuck his chin if he'd like, but I think that would make this go a completely different direction lol) Looking down at the face, she began to recognize the man. She had seen him skulking around the base, helping many of her lieutenants with research and other intellectual tasks. That was until she had passed an unofficial edict to her subordinates, commanding that they no longer use this man's services. He had been getting a little too inquisitive, and she had caught him morw than once reading pages in books that did not pertain to his assignment.

But, more than just the man's face, she recognized his voice. It had an extreme resemblance to the male voice she had heard whispering in the stables when she passed by earlier. Narrowing her eyes and letting out a hiss of air, she looked the three of them over. She noticed that the woman had gone slightly pale with fear, much like the bearded man. But, her eyes landed on the third man with more curiosity. His skin was pale, but it had a bluish gray undertone to it. That was not the natural tan of a person in fear or a person who just spent too much time indoors. No, there was something more to it. She then noticed the poor state of his dress and the scars and calluses on rhe man's neck, like those that would result from a collar.

Chewing on her lip, she stepped past the bearded male and closer to the obvious slave, or at least a recently dismissed slave. Looking down at the man's wrist, she could see similar scarring as to his neck, and with a quick glance to the side at the slightest tink of metal, she saw a pair of shackles in the woman's hands. Shaking her head, she took a slight step back to refuse any of them sight to her back before speaking, "What is going on, Ceriden Malkaan?"