It's well past the worst depths of winter, even here on the north edge of the Worldwound- the temperature ekes its way above freezing occasionally, the days are only short and not miserably short, last night's snowstorm wasn't quite a blizzard. It is, nonetheless, fairly surprising when the patrol on their way to Fort #11 spots three figures in the distance trudging towards them from the north.
She arrests him - she has a brief aside with her retainer about how she will have to find some kind of more robust legal complaint to keep holding him Lawfully, but of course she can arrest him simply because it's weird for him to be wandering around here and that's suspicious. He is informed of her wizardly powers as they apply to making sure he doesn't try any funny business, and his hands are tied in front of him and he is forced to keep up with the trotting horse.
Getting arrestnapped by a powerful countess: pretty hot. Infinite walking (and by extension running): not hot. Khalida relaxes fractionally and digs out her Infernal Healing notes and a rag to start brushing the charcoal off with. "Does a- a duke, or an auditor, or some such, come by to ask about, um, arrested men? Or is she concerned more for her own Law?"
Khalida giggles a little at the mention of sexy priest books, putting a hand over her mouth. "If I continue to interrupt- I did not expect to find her a wizard? One hears told that all the nobles took sorcerer brides after the civil-" fuck fuck nope that's super politics-
"I, um, that all the nobles are sorcerers," she manages eventually.
"Nah, some of them probably swung that but not every family," someone shrugs.
"Sometimes only the youngest has the sorcery or the stupid one has it or something. Or they're fine but they get killed."
"Halmyris requires sorcery to inherit."
"That's one place."
"Also nothing actually stops a sorcerer from being a wizard also."
"Yeah, if they're bright enough."