After a successful retreat, and camp set up, Wyndressa sat back with a nice skin 'o booze and took in the banter. She watched the flame as she listened. She had almost forgotten about Hilda, now that she thought about it. But, with the situation having gone haywire, breaking off to do some digging was nothing short of suicide.
For now, she took her attention to the two newcomers. "I'm Wyn. Thanks for savin' our arses back there!" She said to the Owl Mage, before she took off to pick flowers, or something.
Shizuka made his way over to Wyndressa for a moment. Having put her in charge of the other taskforce group, he was glad that everyone was able to make it out of the village in one piece.
”Evening Wyn-san, hopefully you’re holding up pretty well.” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking. ”I’m aware I put you on the spot back there, suddenly splitting the team in two then putting you in charge. It was a split second decision, but you definitely proved that I made the right choice. Good work out there. At any rate, I’m going to check on the others, keep an eye out for anything suspicious you hear?”
She looked up from her booze and nodded. "Aye, nothin' to it! Everybody practically worked on their own. So, all we had to do was take heads 'n give them villagers some breathin' room!"
Then...
ͥ̿͛ͧ͐͟ͅḚ̭̰͙̘̯̱͂ͭ̂̋̀́͝a̯̜͇̯̩t̻͉̽̃͌̾͐ ͣͦͩͣ҉̪̣͈t̵̙̯̘ͦ̾͛h̵̃ͥẻ̳̥͍̾ ̭̗̗̼͂̉ͮ̐c̝̠̻̥̟̫̰̀͑a̭̳͖͎̝̞̽̐ͣ̆k̤̻̰͔̘̀ė̖̩̹͚͝
He felt a slight pain starting to throb in his head. A strange voice suddenly boomed in his mind.
ͥ̿͛ͧ͐͟ͅḚ̭̰͙̘̯̱͂ͭ̂̋̀́͝a̯̜͇̯̩t̻͉̽̃͌̾͐ ͣͦͩͣ҉̪̣͈t̵̙̯̘ͦ̾͛h̵̃ͥẻ̳̥͍̾ ̭̗̗̼͂̉ͮ̐c̝̠̻̥̟̫̰̀͑a̭̳͖͎̝̞̽̐ͣ̆k̤̻̰͔̘̀ė̖̩̹͚͝
He held his head with a hand, trying to shake away the pain along with the voice.
͍ͥ̿͛ͧ͐́͆ͮ͟ͅÊ̯̜̣ͯa͍̞̫͋ͧ̊͊ṯ̋ͮ͗̂̐͝ ̖ͪ̓͗͢ţ̞ͪḧ̷͖̟͇̟̳̱͔́̄̌ͥ̀̚e͆͋ͭ̂ͤ̒ ͙̣̗c͎̰̥̼̬̗̅ͤ̆ͪą̥̼͇͍̥̙̣ͪ̒̓k͎͚̆̈́͌͛͛̇̍͢e̯̣ͭ̎̄͊͋̃,͙̭̟ͯ̇ ̾̈́͑ͩͪ̕ẏ̠̩̻̹͛̈́ͬ̏ͯ͢o̪͟u̷͈̣̦͖͇̣͎ͦ̓͊ͤ̋ͭ̚ ̡̲̰͙ͫ͌c̯̪a̮͕̦͈̣̬͔ͯ͗ͦ̈n͔̠͗͌̆'ͫ̍ͯ̄̈̿t̨ͪͥ͆̅̍ͮ͒ ̙̯ͨͧ͂r͕͈͙̯̪̦͔͌̇ͨe̝̮̐̏ͭͤ̿s͓̉̅ͅì̖̟͕͙s̝̲̱ͯt̫͇͋ͭ
”No!”
Y̭̪̯̰̦̘ͩͪͩ̍͋̐ͣo̻̖̪̮͈ͮ̏ͫͅu̟̖̻̻͋̽ ̙̦͇̳̳̜̳̔ͮ͛ͤc̗̖͕ͥͩͪ͗́a͎͎̼̐ͨṉ̨ͩ͑̾͊'̧̟ͧͅt̪̣͍͕̞̒̋ͫ͞ ̷̘̯͉̝͓r͐ͦ͗͂͋̍͢ĕ̼̯ͪ̒͞s̡̐̂͌ͦ̅̃ị͈̌ͩs̘̩͖̅ͤ͐̓̄̅ͤ͠t̤͍̹
”No! I-I not hungry!”
Y̛̯͙̼̭̳͚̒̒ō̼͙̠͓̠̮ͩ̑̆́̔ự̗̩̓͒ͅ ̧̩̠͖͈͓w̟ͧ͂̽̓̾i̶̹̦̻̜̮̟ͭl͍̳͓͎͢l̴̯̹̙̼̪̅̍ ̷͍̯̬̭ͭ̌ș̷͍͕̞̜̱ͅu̝̝͉͛͡ḇ̠͚̹̲ͬͅm̼̮͖̞̼̈́͑͗ͯ̌ͮi̢̯͙͇ͫ̋̊̂͒ͩt̺̹̙̻͘
”No! My warrior spirit will shine like the rising sun before dawn!”
The swordsman was covered in a cold sweat, his hand was clenching in a trembling fist, and he was breathing heavily. He then quickly saw that everyone was shooting him a look. He wiped the sweat off of him and cleared his throat.
Wyn couldn't help sensing the Shoggoth's mana working. Between Shizuka's sudden "headache" and the
bunny staring at her ass; a thought to cast The Brand on her surfaced. Buuut, between being tired from using so much magic without actually drinking any blood to recharge, and the fact they just dodged a harrowing situation; it was best to let that thought slide by.
Instead...
"Oi, Shoggoth!" Wyn addressed Nyla. "You wanna cut that out, before
I do?"
Then, when the guy Atsuha dragged back came barreling out of his tent, babbling and swinging his sword about; Wyn couldn't help but laugh between sips...
"Hm, hope I didn't look like that, back at the docks..." She realized.
Still, when he calmed down and explained his situation; Wyn's mind worked out the beginnings of a plan. Perhaps she ought to approach this guy about killing two birds with one stone later.
For now, booze.
BrokenPromise
Landaus Five-One