Up north, the Black Knights made their move. Their leg harnesses were pummeled by hafted weaponry, but being taller and heavily armoured, they soon punched through the surprised dwarves. The Kinshra poured into the dwarven mines...
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While some plot brooded via crystal, discussion continued in the makeshift infirmary. Two-two didn’t say much, as usual, and just observed quietly. It was clear that Sir Varze was nobody’s friend, and Aranel would not relent. But the heroes could not remain here, yet Aranel was not oblivious to the possible dangers that brewed up north.
“I’m also ready,” was all Two-two said.
Gareth seemed to be in thought. Eventually, he took his leave.
Arnel demonstrated some magic to Annie, and they spoke of how to control magic.
Eventually, off everyone went, joined by one the dwarves, Joric, which Aranel greeted with a drawn arrow. Sir Varze did not seem to notice they left. Two-two remained quiet, lost in her thoughts while Gareth and the dwarf wondered what Aureus’ mask was all about.
Two-two often examined various plants and flowers, a habit of hers.
The rather diverse and noticeable group of adventurers went onward. Just as Joric said, the group were quite the circus!
“Hmm? Circus?” Two-two’s head popped up from a flowering bush, a few butterflies atop her great helm.
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