[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo, who had arrived with Lien and her entourage, using the time to calm down and collect his thoughts.  Now that the danger of battle was gone and they had new tasks to focus on - plus the warm introduction from these strangers - he felt more at ease talking.

He watched as his companions quickly scattered to their different tasks.  His eyes follow Sunny, Casey, and Mazelina to Brenden's corpse.  The old him would choke up, had he not already seen more than enough dead friends to be slightly inundated to it.  Still though, Casey was right.  The captain did deserve better, he had taken them all in and made a group out of a bunch of ragtag outcasts.  Even people like him, when Milo was more than certain Brenden realized who he was early on.


"Thank you, Lien" he starts, almost asking as if he needed permission to use her name.  "I don't know for sure, exactly, about the other villagers, we only arrived too late as well.  Our casualties..." he glances back at Brenden.  "Captain Brenden.  He brought us all together, from all over.  I don't think any of us would have made it even half this far without him, and now..."

He begins walking, at first towards the body of Brenden and the congregation around him, but then rethinks it.  The captain had rushed ahead presumably to help people, and that swordsman was still unaccounted for.  Maybe, in his stead, Milo could do something about one of those, and instead begins heading into the ruined village.  "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to help join the search for survivors.  Hopefully there are still some left.  Oh, right, and who are your other companions?"  Milo motions towards Saya and Barnabas, waiting for an answer before continuing on to search for survivors and maybe, if he's lucky, some answers.