“Understood.” Cain told the captain, his sister nodding in agreement.

"Follow me, then." [i]As Cain and Lilly would pass through the barrier, Lilly would shimmer a little, before she could feel her magic draining away. The encampment was boosted by that effect, it seemed.[/i] "An anti-ability barrier, to put it lightly. For mages and modern soldiers whom would proceed to attack."

“How did you manage to create one?” Lilly asked, now gripping at her medicine bag, a sense of dread creeping up on her. Her and Cain were capable, she knew that. But without her fast healing she wasn’t sure if she would be able to keep Cain going if a battle were to break out. She [i]really[/i] hoped a battle wouldn’t break out.

"Julian Trayven created them, actually. Genius kid. He is the youngest of House Trayven's children, but his fine work in the study of magics is near phenomenal, for his age. Our younger Merlin, you could call him." [i]The man would laugh a little to himself, as he, Cain, and Lilly would find themselves in the encampment. All around, the two Coldbournes saw life, in warfare. Soldiers fought against one another in small training arenas, archers pulled back bow strings and nailed their targets head-on, robed mages and clerics spoke and adorned themselves with simple jewelry, of which granted them relief, seemingly. Cavalry horses passed by the three, as the lieutenant brought Cain and Lilly to a tent in the center, two proud lion flags beaming above.[/i] "My lady," [i]The lieutenant would call within, as "Lady Freya Trayven" would meet her guests.[/i] [i]Freya was simple, but different, in description. She wasn't absurdly tall, though she was above the average height at five feet and ten inches tall. A black and purple uniform adorned her being, while she had only taken to wearing a gilded steel chestplate for the time. A dagger would hang at her waist, being her only available weapon. Short red hair ran to the sides of her jawbones, while light orange eyes studied the two of which had arrived.[/i] [i]Then, she'd speak.[/i] "...I do hope that there's a good reason, about why a child is in my garrison. If we were attacked suddenly, and if she didn't.. ...Never mind. Though judging by the apparel.. you two are from the Dojo?"

“Y-yes mam. We’re from the dojo.” Lilly confirmed again as she looked at the warrior before her. “And um...I’m fifteen? Not...not that it matters...just saying.” She told the General nervously as Cain looked at the woman with a silent frowning face, one that was very eye catching.

"...a child, nonetheless. Do not take that as an insult, but our enemies do not show mercy to any soul." [i]Freya would not look at Lilly as she said this, but instead Cain, a stare almost identical to his own look. Though there was a simple softness in Freya's own glare - a protective one, if anything.[/i] "You may come inside and sit down, if you'd like."

“You seem familiar.” Cain suddenly said in a near outburst. “Very...familiar. I cannot put my finger on it.”

"...I don't recall meeting a member of the Dojo, but.. perhaps we can speak inside?" [i]Freya, while drawn in by Cain's outburst, would hold the tent's entrance open. The war table sat clean, with many chairs for sitting inside.[/i]