Blacktail Deer Plateau Of bloody dreams and second chances

The mage had just been about ready to hunt down something to appease the guards, when like death itself. Ingram came upon her. She froze as he spoke, and though she wanted to rail against it, because this wasn't her fault. Though she could hear the implication in his tone. She didn't. 

Hopefully, he was in a listening mood, because she had done nothing wrong after the initial treatement of the girl.

Okay.

Then she waited, tiny but stalwart in her stance. She tilted her head and pushed ears forward. Face of attentive listener.