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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...

The woman darted from the tower and began, Kilderkin excused herself the pun, 'haring' across the buildings. Kilderkin would usually be inclined to agree with Kwame, people that run often had a reason. But on this battle torn island, most people had a good excuse to flee from strangers. That...

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...

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...

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...