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Kilderkin rolled her eyes at the Knights statement. As if they were children and Kwame their father. But Kilderkin held her tongue. It was time to wrap up. The fool wanted to keep his secrets? Fine. They would manage without. It didn't sound like he expected to last long anyways. Kilderkin...

Kilderkin wanted to laugh when the knight began insulting her. The insults weren't even particularly biting. But laughter wouldn't gain her anything here, so she boxed it away and stored it for later use, in case she needed to pretend to genuinely laugh in the future. Besides, he was giving her...

The knights posture softened at the end of his explanation, but Kilderkin's didn't by even a fraction. "So you can't reveal... to a centurion trusted by Nye to investigate the very crime you believe Irina committed..." She nodded to Kwame, "Who your hidden subordinate is? Yet you still...

Kilderkin chuckled at Kwame's joke. Levity was an excellent way to earn people's trust. To make people comfortable around you. And it was a real laugh. Normally she'd box the emotion away for use at a later date, Kilderkin not one for unnecessarily expressing emotion unless it was useful, but it...

Bracken was almost thankful when the ship came. It was something to distract him, an immediate something to deal with, rather than having to hear more of Daltons 'wisdom'. He didn't doubt Dalton had seen the worst of what the 'spags' had to offer, but Bracken had a suspicion verging on certainty...

Kilderkin let herself stretch her sense out again, looking for flowing water, particularly for water in small amounts that moved without flowing much, indicating a person with fresh blood on them. "As to whether we'd get a worse monster, or something better, the important question is... what...

Kilderkin suddenly felt much better than she had a short time ago. It seemed that in Evaline she had a steady ally, for this mission at least, and Kwame's words... Well. Perhaps her job was easier than she thought. But she wouldn't test the waters too much, now. She would start small. "Yes. Nye...

Bracken stood in place as Dalton began to 'explain' to Bracken what a 'Spag' was. His face grew harder. It was more Nye arrogance that this man had the gall to tell Bracken, who had lived in this land for more years than some of his party members had been alive, what he should 'know' about the...

Bracken crouched at the edge of the building, watching Ilyana and Dalton on the ground, listening. When Dalton moved inside, Bracken also dropped from his perch and followed him in. Ilyana, much like himself, had little to say. Dalton however let loose a tirade containing words he had...

As they walked, Kilderkin kept her senses open, focusing on trying to sense any free-flowing blood rather than paying attention to where they were going, relying on the other two to take charge on the front. "Metal?" Kilderkin said, "That's uncommon. Very useful here. We're all in our...

Bracken looked over at Ilyana as she climbed up one of the buildings, as he already had. He grunted, and nodded his head, before pointing downwards, towards the tree line. There. Not far from the building they stood on branches were snapped and broken. It could have been an animal, if not for...

Kwame was a humble man. Exactly as she'd heard. Kilderkin didn't reply to his self-flagellation and simply looked down the tunnel. She hoped Renn would be ok, or, Rene, as she'd asked to be called, but with fighters such as Zulan and Charlie, she had hopes that she would be. As for her own...

Kilderkin maintained her air of oblivious good humor even in the face of a few of her companion's increasing annoyance. She wondered if Charlie was going to try and hit her. It might be interesting to see, but she seemed skilled, so if Kilderkin was able to dodge her punch, something she might...

Bracken had been wrong. The little cups were not so they would get less drunk, they were used for what appeared to be *more* concentrated alcohol. Bracken, unfortunately, learned this too late. After only a few shots, Bracken was seeing double. He felt sleepy, and a little sick, but still it...

Bracken stared at the retreating Ilyana, wondering if she had the same difficulty socializing as he did, or if some other social dynamic he didn't understand was occuring. She seemed, from what he understood, to be acting in quite a rude manner. But he admittedly knew so little about this...