Genevieve crept around corner after corner, skulking in the shadows, trailing not far behind the group. She was careful not to draw any attention to her, blending in flawlessly with the crowd. She was no one special in this town, at least not yet.

She had mind to interrupt their conversation quite a few times. But every time she did, a new adventurer joined on their path. 

First, a foreigner or sorts. His weapons, his mannerisms- he was clearly not from around here. 

Then a guard. "Gods damn us all", she thought, only then, perceiving just how interested the government had become in the group. They truly just didn't grasp how much bigger than them this all was. Waeldeshore of course wasn't the only place affected. 

She didn't quite like the people of Waeldeshore. Especially those within the guard. "A piss poor excuse for warriors, the lot of them. Only worried about running magic out of the town, they have no clue what is really going on."

Again she thought to interrupt them, but again, they had another join in. This one seemed to be a beastly fellow, dressed in animal hide, large, rippling muscles and quite the intimidating demeanor. 

Not too long after, a half orc came along. She too joined them as they walked back to their meeting place.

It wasn't until the group made a full circle back to the tavern,  that she realized just how vague yet frighteningly accurate her tomes had predicted the current state of affairs. One thought kept circling in her mind "How is this ragtag group going to defeat the evil that threatens all of humanity?". She felt it, and there was something in each of them that told her they felt it too.

Her presence was all too small, her voice was soft and meak, but she approached them anyway. "What do you say to them? How does one get their attention?", her face reddened, her hands were clammy.

Before the group of half breeds and hins stood a thin and gangly woman, her brown eyes buried under a thick pair of brown rimmed spectacles. Golden brown hair was pulled back into a bun that sat just between her ears.

"Excuse me", she grunted softly, clearing her throat before finally speaking up.

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity] [@Belwicket] [@boomlover] [@Jon Y] [@The Fated Fallen] [@Dragoknighte] [@Lucius Cypher] [@Letter Bee] [@KazeXDZ]

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Not far from the group, dressed and draped in heavy armor and surrounded by his Captain of the guard, and their most skilled soldiers, was the Lord Marshall himself. Making his rounds, doing what they could to aid in relief efforts. What else would they be doing?

The group of plate and steel were helping a local merchant clear away some of the debris that had cluttered up and blocked pathways. The townspeople of Waeldeshore couldn't take another attack. Their moral was in the dumps, and more than half of their soldiers were still healing up in their infirmary- those that survived anyway. But the man in the long red cape was right there in the drudge,  doing what he could to help.

[@ArenaSnow]