75th Fall 513AV
Late Afternoon
“Gods, what is that smell?”
It was with great care that the squire Fallon worked her way through the burned out skeleton of what was once one of the buildings in the warehouse district. It had supposedly caught a flame in the midst of the storm, though how exactly she was not sure. Still, the old familiar rumour was already on the rise, “Smells like burning meat!”
“Might be because it is. Sort of,” Muttered her patron as she was lead through.
“Sort of?”
It was all hands on deck, an organised squabble to section off the area from civilian eyes whilst others slipped in and out. Eyes narrowed as she was lead on, a few odd looks received from the investigating knights around the smouldering ruins that now remained. The thunder over head gave a distinct rumble, the pattering of rain having extinguished the flames that were previously here. Her brow furrowed whilst she chewed her lip with thought.
“So… why am I here again?” Fallon placed her hands in her pockets as she ducked beneath a fallen beam.
She had been grabbed rather suddenly in the midst of her training, her orders being screamed at her without a moment of protest. Fearing wrath from the knight, the squire did as she was told. She equipped her leather armour and bracers, the steel small shield clattering across her back with the tulwar hanging from her waist. With quick feet and pulling on more suitable attire as she ran, the squire soon caught up with Sera Druva who had managed to already acquire Kreig Messer and was in the process of dragging him along. She gave an approving nod, and quickly lead the way in deeper to the city. With little explanation other than ‘you are needed’ there was little to work upon.
Pivoting round on the spot, Sera Druva narrowed her eyes down upon Fallon and held open her palm, “You’re left hand. Now.” Sheepishly the squire obeyed, and promptly had the left glove ripped off and a finger jabbed at her gnosis, “That is why I want you here. Every little bit helps after all. That and it is the best way to keep an eye on you.” The final prod against her armour made Fallon straighten.
Right, so I’m a tool? Wonderful. Thank you Sera.
Fallon pulled up her hood and marched herself after her patron, before finally she was lead into the current scene of investigation. She looked upon the charred shapes that scattered the area, the dark monoliths of burned wood and charcoal, with that over powering smell of burned flesh. Fallon gave a shudder as she looked about, eyes studying the scene.
“Right, all yours. Try not to have too much fun,” Sera Druva gestured about the place, “Report to me if you find anything.”
It was with great care that the squire Fallon worked her way through the burned out skeleton of what was once one of the buildings in the warehouse district. It had supposedly caught a flame in the midst of the storm, though how exactly she was not sure. Still, the old familiar rumour was already on the rise, “Smells like burning meat!”
“Might be because it is. Sort of,” Muttered her patron as she was lead through.
“Sort of?”
It was all hands on deck, an organised squabble to section off the area from civilian eyes whilst others slipped in and out. Eyes narrowed as she was lead on, a few odd looks received from the investigating knights around the smouldering ruins that now remained. The thunder over head gave a distinct rumble, the pattering of rain having extinguished the flames that were previously here. Her brow furrowed whilst she chewed her lip with thought.
“So… why am I here again?” Fallon placed her hands in her pockets as she ducked beneath a fallen beam.
She had been grabbed rather suddenly in the midst of her training, her orders being screamed at her without a moment of protest. Fearing wrath from the knight, the squire did as she was told. She equipped her leather armour and bracers, the steel small shield clattering across her back with the tulwar hanging from her waist. With quick feet and pulling on more suitable attire as she ran, the squire soon caught up with Sera Druva who had managed to already acquire Kreig Messer and was in the process of dragging him along. She gave an approving nod, and quickly lead the way in deeper to the city. With little explanation other than ‘you are needed’ there was little to work upon.
Pivoting round on the spot, Sera Druva narrowed her eyes down upon Fallon and held open her palm, “You’re left hand. Now.” Sheepishly the squire obeyed, and promptly had the left glove ripped off and a finger jabbed at her gnosis, “That is why I want you here. Every little bit helps after all. That and it is the best way to keep an eye on you.” The final prod against her armour made Fallon straighten.
Right, so I’m a tool? Wonderful. Thank you Sera.
Fallon pulled up her hood and marched herself after her patron, before finally she was lead into the current scene of investigation. She looked upon the charred shapes that scattered the area, the dark monoliths of burned wood and charcoal, with that over powering smell of burned flesh. Fallon gave a shudder as she looked about, eyes studying the scene.
“Right, all yours. Try not to have too much fun,” Sera Druva gestured about the place, “Report to me if you find anything.”