Smithy
As cute as Sephily's attempt to lift the blacksmith's hammer was, even Bianca knew not to say anything with that glare aimed at them. Honestly, it was hard not to think of her as a kid, she's just so small and dainty! Anyone that didn't wish to protect this girl from the city's dangers was just heartless, plain and simple!
At any rate, the blacksmith offered them little in the way of further supplies. Sephily at least had a blade she could use, preferably never having to use it, and Sylva... well, with his muscles, he could make-do with a lot of things! Naturally, Bianca had her hammer in one hand, the bag of stale consumables in the other, and when the party were ready to go, made her way to the exit. Taking a cautious step outside, the street's cntinued emptiness was a bit of a relief, though something was different, right? Glancing up and down the road, it took Bianca a moment to realise the obvious - the bell's toll had ceased. That was... probalby kind of bad, right? Would the zombies lurch all the way back here?
Searching the other buildings probably wasn't worth it, at this point - the inn seemed relatively well-off, all things considered, and the situation in there was still dire, the blacksmith painted an even bleaker picture. Making a mad dash for the opposite direction of the zombie hoard was the more sensible choice.
...Still, if the bell's ringing had been done manually, it meant someone else was in this place. As dangerous as it was, Bianca wanted to at least make sure, but dragging Sylva and Sephily after her wasn't fair at all. She struggled with the best option to go with, biting her lip as she glanced towards the belltower, then at her allies.
"So, uh... are we making a break for it, or...?"
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