[{Yeah, I hope it is okay if I leave the time skip to you. Would be weird to severe two of the "conversations." Sorry for how short it is, wanted to get a reply in while I had the time.}]

With a grumble in frustration Lawrence left the woman that was get under his nerves, a first and returned with some crutches in hand. "Go be useful." he said making a hand gesture to her that it was okay to leave him now. Other members of the were now trying to get his attention and he was getting overwhelmed by everything. Lawrence struggled himself to accept that Blythe could even change the outcome of this war and assumed that Leif was a fool. It didn't help an assassin attacked the encampment and he could sense the uneasiness amongst his men but he had to act calm, cool and collected. All he wished for was a break from being an emotionless solider that was watched every second and judged.

The gypsy forgot to add that she found the ring on the kings nightstand in a small velvet box, it was most likely a gift he never received thanks to her nimble fingers. Though her thoughts were shattered as the tall elves arm wrapped around her allowing a sharp gasp to leave her lips. Vadoma had always assumed that Leif was a weak mage, the strength in his arm completely proved her wrong. The most surprising, she hadn't threw Leif to the ground because she allowed no man to touch her nonetheless a man like him. She had always seen herself with a strong, large, and muscular man so she couldn't let the elf get to her. Thinking she was pretending and acting she placed her hand on his chest pressing her body into his. "How close?" she asked a sultry tone to her voice leaving the packers even more perplexed.