Looked at myself
"No," I pulled my shirt back on over my head.
I smooth out my shirt carefully.
"But you know what you looked like?" Faith asks carefully as I turn around.
"A living skeleton," I looked at her careful not to let my emotions show, "Thin, skinny, pathetic. Do I need to keep going?"
"Do you want to know what you look like now?" Faith asks also trying to keep her face in check.
"No," I leaned back into the wall as something catches my eye out the window, "Get rid of your spell."
"What?" Faith looks confused.
"Get rid of the damn spell," I rushed across the room to the window.
The spell snaps out of existence. The sound of screams, and battle greets their ears.
"I blame you," I shouted as I yanked her off the bed.
Out the door we went. I throw her up into her saddle untying her horse for her, and giving her the reigns.
"GO," I slap her horse on the ass, "AND DON'T STOP UNTIL YOU'RE IN THE TOWN HALL."
I jumped on my own horse bareback as I rushed after Faith. My sword sung free of its scabbard as I readied myself for trouble. I didn't see any north men in the streets, but the screams, and burning buildings say all that needs to be said. I cling desperately to the bare back of my horse with my legs as he gallops after Faith. Trusting my horse to find good footing in the street.
The town hall was easy to spot. I keep my sword low, and ready. A man rushes me from the side, and I slash at him. It doesn't matter if he's a local or a north man. Both are dangerous in a desperate situation.
I was slowly gaining on Faith as she clung to her saddle. Heading the right general direction. I could see her struggling to get through the panic around her. She clearly wasn't used to battle or panic. She kept whipping her head around to watch the panic as she tried to get forward.
Her panic was making her horse panic, and it was slowing her down. I urged my horse to go faster. I needed to get to her as soon as possible or she be done for. Capable when she's not panicking maybe. Right now though she was pretty pathetic.