[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Whether it was the rampant destruction distracting him or just the passage of time and having already gotten used to blending in with strangers, Milo was starting to get a little more comfortable with Lien, her cohort, and the laguz.  Well, except for Dermid, who still left Milo feeling like it was only a matter of time before everyone found out about him.  Still, the old knight was more a comfort than not on the off chance that Revotrians actually do manage to find them.

He is sitting with the rest of the group


"Not a god, I'd hazard.  Not a kind one, at least.  Ambition and ruthlessness I'd say.."  He pauses, remembering what got him to sign up for that dread engine himself.  "An undeserved sense of superiority as well.  Dastards actually believe that they're doing the world a favour by paving over everyone else."

He looks at Sunny as she prays.  It seemed so much more serene and peaceful than what he was used to.  It was a shame it was wasted on what was as much a god of war and blood as anything else.  "I'd say we're acting, chasing after the heir to one of the last kingdoms."

Unless we're talking about the endless success of Revotria being that sign, he goes to say, but he thinks better.  Instead, he turns towards Lien, and Dermid if he's nearby.

"How much further do you think we are?"