Pubs, Farmlands, or maybe some of both
Although Joric did*’t seem to direct his comment about moving forward towards the musician, the fact that he had said it made her feel a bit better about him. It confirmed her assumptions that he cared, and meant such a thing would not have been his first choice. That made it easier to trust him, and that was something that she had a feeling she would need in the coming weeks. As for Kuro and his comment about it not turning out the same as last time, all she could do was nod. There may be a sense of danger in the air surrounding this, but it wasn’t the same as Copperdale. Now, at least, they knew what they were going for, and hopefully they would be the ones with the element of surprise.
Excusing herself to go gather whatever she could, Siera motioned for the flute to come along as well. It did, but not before it made a rude noise in Joric’s direction. Although its musician may find the puns humorous, the flute, it seemed, did not. The puns were on the level of bad as the practical jokes the flute liked to play when it could, and that was a space that could only be filled by a single being. Robnoxious seemed to be the only one of the trio that did*’t care one way or the other, choosing to trot off after Siera without a single reaction. To any of those that remembered from before, he hadn’t seemed to care about whether she was particularly near to him before the events in Copperdale, and so it may seem a bit strange that he now stayed quite close, usually only a foot away at most.
Truthfully, Siera had little to gather. She had few possessions of her own, and the most valuable were always with her. The pack that she had once carried around had been lost before the battle of Messia, and the transition to a single place of residence had stopped her from finding another. That was the first thing she had to find, and once that was done it was only food that was left.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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