They ended up at a clearing further from the kill site, where the cold sat slightly less aggressive for no reason Arthur could point to, maybe just the trees here blocking more of the wind that moved through Creslan like it owned the place.
Two people had been with the princess the whole time, hanging back while the trio had been on the ground with the turtle. A broad man with a scar running clean from his left ear to his jaw, hand resting easy on the sword hilt at his back, the posture of someone who positioned themselves near exits without thinking about it. Beside him a woman who hadn't taken her eyes off Arthur's group since the princess had signaled them to step forward, her aetheric field carrying the specific compressed quality of someone who could release a great deal of it very quickly if they chose to.
Neither had been introduced. Neither needed to be.
