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Sir Lurksalot
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The situation grew more and more dire with each passing second. Kane didn't feel any better even with a figurative army around him, rather, their lives weighed down on his shoulders. The servant girl, as unseemly as she was, did not help that looming dread as she another precious life he became responsible for. Although composed, he felt pale. With his mind, his face also turned to her, also beside Wizzlebee who absentmindedly carted his coach along while attempting his hand at reassurance, placing an actual hand delicately around the lady's arm.
"There, there." The old gnome would say, followed by some naive promise of sanctuary - no such thing was guaranteed, but Kane would try his damnedest to follow through on that promise, even with the absence of a proper mind. John's death had shook him terribly, far more than he would have expected. Far more than the deaths of any other person. Perhaps it didn't help that John was still a boy.
"Stop!" Suddenly yelled the swordsman. A sense of urgency overcame Kane by default. As their attention was redirected to the sky, he immediately understood. There was no time for him to question, only enough to act.
As Anna yelled at them to run, Kane yelled, "Let's go!" He grabbed Wizzlebee by the scruff of his robes, who in turn was also yelling and throwing a fit, making his indigence very clear to the guardsman who had grabbed him. As he hauled the gnome along, he also tried to keep an eye on the servant girl, but also on the Fury as he kept a defensive poise, keeping it at bay with warning jabs with his spin toon.
From inside the coach, there was banging and carrying on, though inaudible over all the commotion outside.
"Hey, what's happening? What is going on out there?!"
Eventually, all of them (except for Bartleby, who was safe regardless), made it inside safe and sound. Wizzlebee was still fuming from Kane's treatment, and Kane himself was moving around inside the butcher shop like a mad man trying to barricade any possible entry while Pietro explained what was after them.
He flipped tables behind doors, chairs in any of the open windows and other miscellaneous items that might seal Daraden's outside a couple seconds longer.
"What I want to know is why a Fury is so far into Talbor." Kane said.
"An army of this many undead, I'd number this Daraden a lich!" Wizzlebee said proudly.
"A lich?" Kane repeated incredulously. The only lichens he ever heard of were ones from legends. Their bones were now nothing more than long lost evil relics.
"But Furies... no, no, no, not dead! Opportunistic, yes! Mayhaps be scavenging the leftovers, yes... they've valuable bones and features..." Wizzlebee continued.
Kane crossed his arms. "We can't put it past them that some of them might have allied with the enemy. If Daraden has eyes across Tithe, that doesn't bode well for us. Furies are already dangerous at the best of times."
"Allies?!" Wizzlebee exclaimed, then scratching his chin with his mint green nails. "Well, I suppose so. Where the wights go, carnage follows, hm?"
The gnome then looked shyly towards Pietro. "What do you think, handsome?"