179 Unreadable Expression

"Sierra Bancroft, looks like you've saved us the trouble of finding you," the man at the head of the entourage declared with a grin as he came up before her. 

Sierra narrowed her eyes, her hand remained on the hilt of her sword as she stood her ground. The gears of her mind were turning, trying to figure out what had happened. Everyone in the entourage were dressed in armor. 

It was royal army armor, but the crests they wore were different. It was not the royal family crest that she was familiar with. A new crest was in its place. One that she had seen on occasion, worn by another. 

The man who led the entourage was a familiar face too. Ser Tarrick, one of General Cedric's closest subordinations. Seeing him brought back memories of the past, memories she had wanted to forget. 

"Ser Tarrick. What are you-"

"It's Lord Tarrick to you, Sierra Bancroft." he mused with a grin.