Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-25073873-20171205002653

Illya frowned as her bow dissipated in motes of golden mist, as she performed a few flash step like motions, teleporting a distance for each. She wanted to follow said person, but decided that finding them would take too much effort.

Stopping aside the carriage, Illya conjured a bag of gold and handed it to the driver, saying "keep it quiet and use this to repair your carriage wheels. I am tracking the one who took your carriage on command of the King, and I need their details, whatever you know."