[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas:



"Your... Father...? Had them too...?"

This girl seems legitimately baffled by this notion. People came in many shapes and colors, but fuzzy-eared was not one she had been aware of.

"Oh... oh! You were-- the dog, yes? And your friend, the bird? I- I suppose I didn't put it together, but... I think that makes most sense."

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Casey, Baylee, Sunny:



"V-Very well... good... luck???"

She seems completely uncertain as to how she should interpret this turn of events. A bunch of refugees offering to join her party certainly wasn't how she'd envisioned her day progressing.

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Mazelina, Milo:

Milo's words seem to roll off the woman's back. She doesn't much care for his stiff military look, or his facial hair - so everything he says falls on deaf ears. When Mazelina explains her village was destroyed, though, it seems to recontextualize this whole conversation - both Milo and Mazelina's parts - and, in turn, her brother's life.



"...Yer village...? So you're- what? Refugees? And he..."

Her eyes well up once more with tears.

"...Spent all my days thinkin' he'd just. Gone off chasin' a foolhardy dream of wealth and money with no concern fer nothin' else. Got bitter, I think - that he'd go galavantin' around while ma and pa died of the plague, all fer nothin'. But... it sounds like. Maybe I knew 'im wrong. Like maybe I shoulda had a bit more faith. I..." She nods. "Aye. I'll meet up with our priest. Get 'im a local burial, when time allows. He wouldn't want you lot stickin' around an' riskin' yer necks just ta see his bones meet dust. Sounds like you've got a long way to go yet - you'd best keep walkin' the path. I'll see to his burial. I promise."

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Airitech:

He laughs, shakes his head, smirks.



"Nah. It was your clothes. I could tell you were from Ossory. It's a safe guess from there. I knew a guy from there, once. Another one of you. Worked in the city guard along with him. One of the most decent fellows I had the honor of serving with."