The pixie nodded sadly. She'd not experienced loss in her family, but her heart wept for those who had. She saw the poor critter struggling to eat an apple, so she fluttered over and sat next to him, the height of a small child. She grabbed the apple and held it in place for him to nibble on. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Maybe one day our home, the Feywild will let us return. Your kind, and mine, are abundant there. Kamui made great child guardians, always keeping a good eye on them."[/b][/i][/color] She smiled lightly at the Kamui, eyes sparkling.

The hill giant Sergeant Knight stopped, sniffing at the air. The caravan kept moving forward, but the look on his face was perplexed. He guarded this route quite often, and was used to the many smells, the grasses, the ocean, the crisp winter air, but something else about. It was sort of animal like... but not fur or musk... Oil. It was animal fat, horse possibly. Used to oil leather and bows for silence. But not by the knights, but rather the...

The pixie continued talking to her companion, [color=f6989d][i][b]"I wish there were more of us, the Fey. Nothing would make me hap-..."[/b][/i][/color] her voice was cut short as an arrow punched through her throat, her words becoming a series of gurgling, bubbling bubbles. She fell over in the cart, bleeding out almost instantly, the light in her eyes fading, her hand still clutching the apple.

The hill giant was expecting the attackers to be Screamers, but much to his surprise they weren't. They didn't scream, they weren't in the normal garb nor bore the tattoos. They were in gray and silver leathers, designs he'd never seen before. But it mattered not, as the Sergeant was roaring toward the host of them, club raised high, ignoring the stings from the bows.

Panic set in amongst the caravan, some attempting to flee toward the city, others hiding, some getting out weapons. It was pure chaos.