[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina:



The woman seems... confused. Distressed? She closes her eyes, face scrunched, shakes her head.

"So you're... what, some sort of priest? What in the name of Avern are you doin' with ilk like my good for nothin' brother?"

Casey, Sunny, Baylee:



Lien nods to Baylee. "Yes. From Achaim. I'm a... merchant's daughter, and I have business with the knights of Renault. I just hope there's still some of them left..."

She turns to Casey.

"You're... offering to join us? I-- I wouldn't dare make such a request of you. And I'd be surprised if Carlyle would allow it... Though I suppose it's hardly his decision, in the end... Perhaps we should wait until the Colonel is back before we make any audacious decisions...?"

Milo:

You comb through the ruins. Not many have returned. A priest digs through the rubble to try and find a holy book; a few try to collect what valuables they can from the wreckage of their homes. Some try to bury their dead. Most seem to have run off, never to return.

Airitech:

You sit rather close to Carlyle, who is, himself, leaned up against a tree.

It takes a moment before he raises his voice, prodding at you with his words.



"...You branded?"