Swamped

You clear your throat conspicuously.

"Oh. Is that what happened? Wait, what were you even doing out there? You're too new, you shouldn't have any assignments far outside the base."

"I know. The officer responsible got punished. I'm trying not to think about it too much."

"Hmmph. Whatever suits you. Really, unfortunate accidents like yours aside, it's almost a blessing the rain came so soon. Before the fighting could really start again."

"I haven't heard about much fighting."

The Marshguard chuckles.

"You will in time. There's always a calm after a storm around here. But I suppose with your disability, you won't be seeing so much of it for yourself."

The gates open, and he walks out. As he does, you see the unpleasant sight of some bloodied feathers, and the unrecognizable corpse of what they probably once belonged to.

You feel a little sick. You don't think you're heading out today after all.

But what can you do instead?