Ricardo carted them all along just as soon as he could, Camilla could tell as much. It seemed none of them really like the city much, and after being through what she could only assume to be the worst of it, she didn't have any more reason to like it than the rest of them. As Ricardo led on it only seemed to get worse. There was no sign of the bad man who knew her name but there was much more of everything else; shady vendor, devious strangers, brutish thug-like beings, everyone everywhere she looked seemed like nothing but trouble waiting to happen.
Then, as though matters needed to be made worse out stalked two strange men. The introduction was nice enough, but to soon things went sour. The dark haired mans shout echoed over their heads, and her heart beat sky rocketed. The reply to his call cemented her fears; they were going to die here. Magical healing might fix burns or scrapes but knives used deliberately to harm, or people trained to kill with their hands, probably not. This time around she could do nothing but wait for the older people to work things out.
Then, as though matters needed to be made worse out stalked two strange men. The introduction was nice enough, but to soon things went sour. The dark haired mans shout echoed over their heads, and her heart beat sky rocketed. The reply to his call cemented her fears; they were going to die here. Magical healing might fix burns or scrapes but knives used deliberately to harm, or people trained to kill with their hands, probably not. This time around she could do nothing but wait for the older people to work things out.