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Hey you :) welcome and how are you?

She wanted a staredown? Cyra could give her that. ”Okay. Fine. You can walk away, do however you please. But do not, under any circumstances call MY HOME a 'mole hill' again. You cannot pressure me. I'm sorry that your life is not brilliant, but that is not an excuse to be a rude brat.” she spoke calmly. ”I wish you a nice life if you want to leave.” She stuck out her hand.

Now she finally had enough of the depressed manner of Carwen, she snapped, ”If you do not like your options, you can easily get out and forget you ever met me!”

By now, Cyra did not care whether she liked her hideout, she simply wanted to get the "meeting" over with. Therefore, she turned to Carwen, a serious expression on her face, "Listen. My friend is.. unique. Fully kind, but... incapable of moving. Are you ready to meet her or do you want to back out?"

She did not waste one more minute standing outside, rather she tucked the 'curtain' aside and lead her into the depths of the stonehill. Cyra had to duck her head as to not hit it on the low entryway, but as soon as they marched a few more steps they reached a high alcove. Before them a circular area stretched out, also known as her sparring circle, to each direction a hallway gave way to different rooms. On the right side, her friend's quarters were located, consisting of a bedroom. The second door led deeper into the hill, to the storage room and escape route. The third and fourth hallway belonged to Cyra, whereas the kitchen was in the hidden niche right next to the entryway.

With a smirk on her face, Cyra spread her arms, ”This, dear Carwen, is a hide-out and its location is sworn to secrecy-” she gave her a stern glare-”here a good friend of mine is living.”
Cyra was proud of the hide-out, it did not look like something could live in there. Oh boy, what did they know, wait til she saw the inside! she though.

Seeing Carwen stumble let a small smile break out on Cyras face. in front of them there was a..... hill.No fancy castle. No pretty cottage. Just a plain old hill. Walking forward, she secured the area out of the corner of her eye, reaching up and drawing back the moss to reveal a hole.

Cyra could hear the other womans thoughts like they were her own, not literally taken, they simply were etched into the maids face and right now, Annoyance topped the list. Who could blame her really. Cyra led the way through the woods, not leaving a trail by circling certain trees and leaving broken branches. Call her paranoid, but by now she knew the way by heart.
after a time she simply stopped, causing Carwen to fully bump into her.

"There most certainly is if you think about it clearly. Albeit, I apologize for quoting wrongly, seems like the fumes of the fire already messed with my memory. It should have been the brave ones. However, I will not tell you her name yet, will you follow me still?" Without waiting for an answer she strode away, they longer they were exposed, the more dangerous it would be. Surely, it seemed rude of her to turn her back on Carwen, but she was done talking.

"I will not tell you her name before. 'The dangerous ones do not live forever but the scared ones never.' Who will you be?" Cyra said, keeping a watchful eye on her.

Cyra knew of enough people who had tried to fool her, her question was only legitimite. She sighed, this was a new kind of crazy, even for her. She was not a savior, she killed people, that was not what an angel would do.
"Saving is such a strong word.. I .. I am not sure I did that." Cyra stuttered. "However, just follow me and I am going to introduce you to .. someone I hold close to heart, who might need your help."

Oh boy. Hitting way to close.
Should she get close to this woman? was it worth the risk? she didnt know. Rubbing a hand over her face, she groaned.
"Listen. I cannot promise you anyything, but there might be someone who can help you. Just promise to not tell anybody where she is located. I am taking a risk here witth you"

“You said trying, how did you manage to defend yourself on the other days?”

What? .. No, .. “did he.. pay you anything at all? In a different matter?” she asked timidly

Now she challenged her back with her own raised eyebrow, “I was talking about the job, Carwen, not the cottage.”

Cyra smirked. “Did I not say I'm going to take care of that?”

Another one with a fuzzy past, much like her own. Was she sure of taking her in? Wait, she might have another option!
”You can take care of yourself, right? What if told you that I would help you look for a new cottage?”

Great. She just made this girl homeless, what a wonderful idea it was. Was she honest with her? Yes, Carwen did not look like she had lied, but ... did Cyra truly want to take her in, she was only a few years older than her. Basically Carwen could do well on her own.
“What's your story? What other qualities do you have?” needing to know more about the woman before her.

Oh no... not the vulnerable-girl-role, she always was a sucker for those, needing to help everybody.
“Do you not have other... relatives around here?” Cyra swallowed strongly, grasping at straws

Cyra run until they were a bit farther away ,only then did she slow to a walk, nobody needed to know what they had just done. Inconspicious was always her first choice. As inconspicious one could as a woman with short hair.
Having reached quite a distance, lurking in a clearing in the forest, the Scholar turned around, facing her customer.
"I guess this is where our ways depart. I hope I could help you with your problems, but if someone ever asks about me, claim you do not know me. For your and my own good."