Melys drops the bundle in her arms, moving swiftly from a slouch to a run. If she had any least bit of sense, it'd be in the other direction — the folks here been acting crazier than a sack of cats lately, without the addition of some random vashoth mage setting the grass alight on accident.
But there's kids there. Goat-looking grey kids, and already half a head higher than they ought to be, but kids all the same. Poor little fuckers didn't ask for this.
And more importantly, if this shitheap burns down, Melys knows exactly who'll be roped into rebuilding it. Nope. Not today.
"Hey! They been looking for you at the sawbones," She points at one of the women, in a flinty imitation of authority, and back again towards town. "Best go with, make sure she gets there safe."
Melys slings a hand onto her hips, shoulders lifting instinctively into old army posture, before swinging around to face Tamakari. It's a decent impression of someone who knows what the hell they're doing — and it puts her fingers a little closer to a knife, if need be. Her eyes stay narrowed and wary; not the look of a leader, but a scavenger.
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Melys drops the bundle in her arms, moving swiftly from a slouch to a run. If she had any least bit of sense, it'd be in the other direction — the folks here been acting crazier than a sack of cats lately, without the addition of some random vashoth mage setting the grass alight on accident.
But there's kids there. Goat-looking grey kids, and already half a head higher than they ought to be, but kids all the same. Poor little fuckers didn't ask for this.
And more importantly, if this shitheap burns down, Melys knows exactly who'll be roped into rebuilding it. Nope. Not today.
"Hey! They been looking for you at the sawbones," She points at one of the women, in a flinty imitation of authority, and back again towards town. "Best go with, make sure she gets there safe."
Melys slings a hand onto her hips, shoulders lifting instinctively into old army posture, before swinging around to face Tamakari. It's a decent impression of someone who knows what the hell they're doing — and it puts her fingers a little closer to a knife, if need be. Her eyes stay narrowed and wary; not the look of a leader, but a scavenger.
"All of us oughta make sure of that."