[cass coltheart]

North gate. We’ll be in the middle caravan. *he stands and dusts himself down* glad to have you aboard.

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie nods and smiles at him, quickly writing in the air as her other message fades, ‘More than happy to assist.’

[cass coltheart]

Alright. See ya there. *he strode off at a brisk pace , eager to get to work*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie nods a few times, heading to her home to gather a bit of required supplies, also eager to get this done for the good of the city.

[cass coltheart]

Ancalagon arrives at the caravan and hops in. While waiting, he pulls out a small book*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie gets to the caravan after a short time, slowly getting into the middle one and seeing a familiar face. She smiles a bit as she looks at the person, taking a seat.

[cass coltheart]

(Could’ve sworn i replied earlier) *Ancalagon slipped the book into a pocket* hey…you made it. Now…we need to stay hidden until we’re sure the caravans are under attack, OK?

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie nods a few times, sitting on the seat with her legs crossed. She smiles at her companion and writes in a dark red, ‘Are the others here as well?’

[cass coltheart]

Yeah. They’re in the other caravans. So don’t worry. *as he speaks  a knock is heard from outside* all ready sir. *ancalagon replies* yep. Ready to go.

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie braces herself as the caravan starts to move out, the red writing fading away. She looks over at him, her smile slowly taking over her face as she lowers her hood.

[cass coltheart]

Able to see her face for the first time, he studied her features. She was pretty and he guessed she was young.*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie looks at him and smiles a bit, starting to look away as she brought a hand to her hood, thinking she may have revealed herself too early…

[cass coltheart]

*guessing his attention was bothering her, ancalagon looked away. He became still, statuelike, not even his breathing was noticeable*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie lets out a breath, looking over at him and rubbing the back of her head, now feeling bad for reacting so strangely…

[cass coltheart]

*the caravan slows and voices are heard outside. Ancalagon tenses*