Onora beat on the door multiple times before scowling herself and sinking to the floor.
"Curses!"

(Ebby do you think Onora could make a ruckus and Kade would get annoyed and barge in...so we can get her fighting?)

(LOL Mkay...)

Kade held her list of trade routes in one hand and a charcoal writing tool in the other as she strode silently down the hall, robes rustling about her feet.

Onorar looked around the room in her frustration and her eyes settled on the silver glinting on the wall. A sword.Why didn't I think of this before? getting up in a fluid almost cat like motion, she ran over to the wall and pried the sword from its place. Smirking she easily began tear up the bedding and destroy the many glass and clay potteries in the room all the while keeping in perfect form.

Kade stopped, eyebrows lowering into a tight frown. What in the name of the gods is going on in there? she thought, rather worried that Wiran had tried another experiment with his potions and created an explosion...or worse, some sort of mutated creature. She set her chart and pencil down on a bench in the hall and went to the door. It was locked. Kade withdrew a key from a pouch at her side and inserted it into the lock, fearing what she might find inside.

Onora continued to destroy with a fluid grace and precision that was uncanny for her age and gender. She'd always taken pride with her abilities with a sword and more so with two. The couches and tables were clear of all cluter and sliced horridly by the time the door swung open. But Onora didn't notice at first between the crashing of pottery and the clang of her sword.

Kade stood for a long moment in the door, staring with alarm at the slave. With a curse, she turned and ran from the room, calling for a guard.

Hearing a yell Onora looked over her shoulder with her arm still poised with a sword. The door was open. Deciding it was her only chance she darted out the door with her sword in hand.