Lyo was a step away from entering the pub. He was fairly used to people just stepping out of his way. People ran to move out of the way when he passed through. It might have just been for fear, because it wasn't out of politeness. So when someone smacked into his chest, he balled his fists. He was seconds from shoving the person away. "Watch where you're going-" The nerve of this person.

They finally craned their neck to look up at him. With their close proximity, he recognized that face quickly. Anger grew slowly. "You gotta be kidding me." He muttered in annoyance. Well, this was unfortunate. He hadn't expected to ever see her again. At least not for a long while. Had she followed him after all? Confrontation was his initial instinct. Glaring around the room, his jaw clenched. Clearly, no one realized the presence they had just been blessed with. Gripping the fabric of her top, he shoved her forward and out the pub doors. Looking over his shoulders making sure no one followed them. He lead her forward until the reached the outside of the building, roughly shoving her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stalked towards her in a threatening manner.

"You run off to tell daddy, what you saw in the woods yet?" He sneered, his voice reaching a new deep tone. His amber eyes flamed, as he eyed her. His head tilted like a predator, "Come to tell me how time I have left?" He had her cornered between the building wall and his large body. His amber eyes narrowed, as he watched her carefully. What did she plan to get out of this? Making it easier for her fathers guards to find him and his brother? He couldn't quite see her angle on this, but he'd prod until she cracked. He wasn't one to back down because he was threatened with being reported to the law. Hes been running from the law for years. It was nothing new to him. Hell, he's found himself in chains ready for execution a few times in the past.

(No worries this leaves room for dialog.)

Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched her as if trying to read her just by looking at her. His amber eyes never leaving hers once, as if afraid he would miss something of importance. Mr. Dark and Brooding. He narrowed his fiery amber eyes. Yet. "What's holding you back?" He couldn't understand why she hadn't already set off the alarms. Dragon hunting was beyond illegal. Death was the only answer to those crimes. He was sure she wanted to see him hanged, or lashed to death. One thing about Kings is they loved their public executions. Creating a whole show before beheading criminals. Hell, the Princess that stood before him probably enjoyed them too. Probably trained from a young age too.

"You're asking for being manhandled when you're-" He paused, his amber gaze giving her stature a once over, as if disgusted by her small stature. "That size."

"That doesn't concern you." He snapped.

"Brave of you to follow criminals. Or should I say a fool's errand. Or maybe youre fond of dangling your life over deaths head." His deep voice dripped with venom. His amber eyes flashed dangerously. His fingertips brushing against the hilt of one of his many hidden daggers. He could save the group a hell of a headache, if he took care of her right now. Except, that was there one rule. Don't kill riders. She was a rider. An infuriating one at that, but nonetheless a rider. This was slowly becoming a messier situation. Lyo and Alaric would have to relocate seeing as she managed to find them. She was a good tracker, he'd give her that. He thought they had much more time than that.

Lyo's brows furrowed, in confusion. He scoffed, "Don't lie to me." He snapped, in annoyance. Why wouldn't her father, the King not believe his own child? It didn't make sense. The proof was in her injured dragon. Then again Lyo knew nothing of the current King. They were all the same to him. Evil, murderous King's. That seemed to be a common denominator when it came to the personalities of the Kings that lead this Kingdom. Hell, he didn't even recognize the King'd daughter when he shoot her dragon out of the sky.

That comment got him to roll his eyes, "That's better than being small enough to be manhandled." He snapped back at her. She was taller than most women, but that didn't matter to Lyo. He could easily throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Everyone shorter than Lyo looked small to the walking giant.

That comment had Lyo clenching his jaw to shattering teeth point. Eyrelite was rare and the only way they can take down dragons efficiently. "Good luck. They'll be mining for months." He shrugged his broad shoulders. Wasn't a complete lie, Eyrelite was hard to find. Lyo was watching his spears like a hawk.

"Now get out of my face before I have the whole town swarming you." He snapped. The people of the small town would be jumping for joy if they saw the Princess herself was in their town. Spinning on his heel he made his way back to the entrance of the pub. He needed to alert his brother.

By the time Lyo returned to the pub to find his brother, the male was no where in sight. No doubt, Alaric was out warming someone's bed. That's how most nights went. Of course, the brothers had different interests to keep them busy and to past the time.

Lyo was sprawled out on a blanket, in the middle of a small clearing. It wasn't too far off from their home. One large arm rested behind his head, the other hand running through Torrin's long, soft fur. The large bears head rested on his stomach, as if he were a mere lapdog. The sounds of the night surrounded them, as Lyo gazed up at the stars. The man simply thinking. Reality was hitting him all at once. The true consequences of their actions, from the days endeavors. This was no easy fix. Hell, this was a crater in their plans. The plan he was coming up with in the pub, would no longer work. At least now that, the woman found them. In record time too. The Kings guards could be marching their way to the town. Though, that didn't frighten Lyo. He simply thought they had more time before they had to pack up and leave.
Lyo's onslaught of thoughts would continue their attack if it weren't for his sudden slumber that took over.

*****

At the first ray of the sun, Lyo was up and ready for the day. In need of gathering logs, he wanted to dedicate a few hours to chopping wood. His black tunic was sticking to his sweaty skin, as he swung the axe back down. Perfectly chopping the piece into four. Torrin scratched his large claws on a nearby tree. "Hard at work?" A voice sounded from behind him. Lyo didn't startle, he knew that voice. Always scheming. He remained silent, as he waited for Gregory to spit out whatever new mastermind plan he had that would "bring the group riches upon riches." He continued chopping, as Gregory spoke. "Who spit in your porridge." He scoffed, at Lyo's silence. Still, not a single reaction out of the giant. "I have a proposition, that will solve our little incident from yesterdays events." The confidence oozed from his tone. As if this new plan was foolproof. Swinging the axe into a nearby tree, Lyo spun around to face him. He dusted his hands off, "Care to elaborate?" Gregorys smile eerily resembled that of a sly cat.

*****

Lyo changed into a loose, thin white long sleeve shirt. Paired with black trousers and heavy boots. Gregory wanted them to look presentable, like someone trying to sell an item. Which in a way they were. There was a total of six of them. Lyo was seated on a black war horse, trotting side by side with the wagon. A deep glare set in his features, as they strode through the gates of the Kingdom. Getting into the Kingdom, was easy. Where they'd have some difficultly would be the Palace where the King would be. Guards would question them and such. They all slowed to a walk, as to not run over any civilians as the walked through the crowded streets of the Kingdom. Lyo felt uneasy about this whole plan. Dragon hunting was illegal, and they were about to admit to that crime. Well not exactly like that, but something along those lines.

Gregory had a way with words, he'd give him that, but could his silver tongue convice a King to work in their favor? They were about to find out. Approaching the large gates of the Palace, Lyo's adams apple bobbed up and down. His amber eyes gazing up at the enormous building. Armed guards were quick to approach. Lyo was in the back, so he couldn't hear Gregory's honeyed words to the guards.

Being at the back of the group, Lyo couldn't hear the interaction with the guards. He could have if he strained his ears, but he was too preoccupied with keeping his eyes on the guards that were getting to close. He glared at one, that was trying to inspect the inclosed carriage. He guided the horse forward in a threathening manner, as if to say back off. Lyo's gaze was lethal. The guard backed up a few. It was unnerving being here. The last time he was here, he was up on the chopping block with Alaric. That was a sticky situation. They barely escaped with their heads still on their shoulders.

After a few more moments the group was moving forward. Either Gregory was about to pull off a scheme that would go down in Dragon Hunting history, or he just lead all the men to an early grave. Once again they stopped. This time in front of the King and his family. Lyo hummed silently to himself, as he gazed at the family that had complete control of the Kingdom. As if in sync, the men hopped off their horses before walking forward a few paces. At a respectable distance from the King's family, the men kneeled before the King. All except Lyo. That was one thing Lyo was too prideful for. He would never bend the knee to any ruler. Lyo's fiery amber eyes slowly looked over the family. There was the King, the Queen, a Princess and a Prince. And one more person. Princess Ethelia. His gaze lingered on her. So she really was a Princess. Seeing her like this, she looked to actually fit the part. He watched her whisper to a man that stood next to her. He looked to be wearing guards armor. His eyes dropped to the dog at her feet. A beautiful pup.

Gregory stood up, "Your Majesty." As if sensing Lyo had not followed the plan, he glanced at him. Eyes narrowed. "Apologies, my friend here has a crippled knee. Nasty thing. He forgot his cane, and cannot kneel well without toppling over. I'm afraid he'd prompt an earthquake if he falls." He created an excuse for Lyo's ill behavior, while attempting to throw some humor in and take a jab at Lyo. He bowed again, as if to express his greatest apologies. Greg clasped his hands together, "To answer your question, we are a group of travelers. Among us we have quite the skill set under our belts. We have powerful mercenaries, quick and efficient blacksmiths, and a master craftsman of weaponry." He motioned towards the men that stood behind him. "We come here today with a proposal for you, your Majesty." Greg moved his hands in an animated manner. "We want to show you our newest creation. A weapon of absolute lethal destruction that could be yours for the taking."

The way Gergory's arms were moving, one would think he was a mad scientist, or someone who had spoiled berries. "Men." He turned towards the group. Lyo moved to open the wagon, while the others moved out of the way. With just a pull of a lever the wagon smoothly came apart, revealing the weapon he created. Greg smoothly hopped up onto the back of the wagon. He slid a hand against the pointed spear, "This here is made fully of Eryrelite." His eyes lit up, as he spoke. "The handle bar allows for accurate aim." Greg rambled on some more about certain aspects of the large spear. As a final push for the sale, if one could call it that, Greg had his finishing line. "This-" He motioned to the spear behind him. "Will crush your enemies. Knocking dragons clear out of the sky with one hit." At that mentioned, Lyo's amber gaze sweeped over to Ethelia. He wondered if she finally told her father and this could be all for nothing.