[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina:

The woman's face remains hard.



"...Don't know how you mercenaries do things. But. Hereabout, we have a priest do the rites. You want to do me a favor, girl? Don't chase stupid dreams. Don't be like him."

Casey:

Lien fidgets. Her demeanor has shifted over the past minute or so, going from a beacon of serenity to a nervous lass unable to maintain a straight face, let alone eye contact.



"I... I don't disagree. But. If things are going to ever get better, peace has to come first. That is all that I can bear to think of right now. I hope you can understand."

Carlyle is staring your group down from across the field, watching Casey like a hawk. It seems he's protective, even given all the frustrations he seems to harbor for his charge.