Giving her hellpup a pat on the head to make sure she had his attention, Siera started walking, crossing the bridge and beginning down the path ahead of them. Although she had no way to repeat what had been said regarding Bobby, he was intelligent enough to understand it, and so she let him sniff along as he pleased. Similarly, the flute once again took a position overhear, circling around and watching for anything that might imperil its master.
The man that had been assigned to walk up front with her seemed about as chatty as she was, and so the trek passed in silence. It was probably better that way, and it was what she had been used to before the world’s parameters had shifted and deposited her in a world that actually needed her assistance. It could be argued that the world was the same, as well as the need for her, but she couldn’t deny that this world held a stronger attraction than the one that had sent her here. Perhaps it was because this world had not judged her, thrown her in a cage, and abandoned her, or maybe it was because there was still the doom from the previous one hanging over their heads and telling them they wouldn’t get another chance. The people here deserved to be saved, and if they couldn’t save it before maybe they could now.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was because He was here, and He was the only person since she had fallen that she felt she could trust with anything.
The journey was quiet, much quieter than before, everyone looking warily around for another ambush. None came, but the lack of one did*’t give much relief until they had arrived at their destination. Even then, the town that they had come to meant they did*’t have a real chance to relax, for it was the one that the militia had been sent to Copperdale from. The Guildmaster pointed it out, but she was already aware of the fact that at least half of them were probably wanted in this town.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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