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Kilderkin did her best to keep pace with her target. She didn't seem interested in slowing down which, to be fair, Kilderkin supposed she wouldn't be either. Two folk hot on ones trail tended to inspire one to flee in the opposite direction, especially in a place like this. She glanced up...

...after the woman, moderating her uneducated peasant accent to be just a tad less extreme. "But when someone runs, we chase! Makes us a damn sight *more* curious!" While the Rabbit woman was certainly fast, Kilderkin attempted to make up the distance by occasionally using her grapple...

As Kwame donned his... outfit, so too did Kilderkin. Though perhaps outfit wasn't quite the right word. She shut her eyes, to let herself picture all the minute blood vessels running throughout her body. To feel the water in her bones, in her muscles. A faint pulsing, sloshing sound as she felt...

Kilderkin shrugged her shoulders at Kwame's defense of the man. "He made it clear that he would tell *you* but didn't trust you to keep the information from the two of us. Sounds a little silly. But you're right. It is nice to have allies that keep their word." "As to how I think to vote...

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...

...still want us to go after this Hydraline?" She made it very clear in her voice how stupid she thought this position. "Don't you think that Kwame is *exactly* the person you *should* entrust that information to? That it would be even less honorable *not* to share such vital information? The...

...It made up for her lack of stature. "No proof? Then what, exactly, makes you think it was her? We're here on behalf of Nye. I recommend you share *all* of your information. Even the bits you might think aren't necessary. One Centurion is already dead. If you put another in danger because you...

...usually one of them, and then left for the forests again. As Dalton spoke, however, Bracken became embarrassed by affiliation and began to *hope* that Isaac didn't recognize him. He unconsciously moved away from Dalton, as if that could truly distance him from his association with the...

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...

Fransisco Escarra. She certainly hadn't been expecting him, but it wasn't surprising. She remembered when he'd been arrested, and hearing he'd been sent here. He'd always had a way with words. If anyone was going to stir up this mob it would be him. She only hoped that she had never made herself...