Warick ran back to the camp. He crouched above their fallen leader. "Jamis, your brother is fine. He is in the medical tent. He does look rather angry though."
Warick looked over and watched Kifu drop his rotting body parts to the ground "They were warriors..hahaha but they are no longer worthy to me."
"Please, Kifu, put those rotting organs somewhere else. Don't get me wrong, I love the smell of rotting organs as much as the next guy, but there is a limit to how much of that I can bear." Warick said as he found himself a spot around the fire.He thought to himself The night draws nearer. We must either set up camp or make haste towards the next town, collect our pay, and sleep at the local inn.
"So," Warick started, "when do we collect our pay?"
Jamis struggled with an answer, his clouded mind finding it hard to piece things together. Finally, giving up, he decided to take the best course of action he could think of.
"I am in need of stitches. If someone will take me to the medical tent we can talk to Buliwyf. He will know what to do."
Kira sees Lento come out of the medical tent and motions for him to come over. She explains that Jamis needs to go to the tent and get stitched up and would he help take him. He agrees to take him but as she bends over to help get Jamis up she sees that Lento has him firmly in his grip and is heading over to the tent.
Kira hesitates, thinking she doesn't need to be in the medical tent as well, but then the gash in her leg flares a bit and she figures she might as well get it cleaned out properly so heads on over.
The priests make quick work of cleaning her wound and she heads back out to the field. She wonders where Buti went.
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Kifu lowered his head and bent down to pick the rotting human organs off the ground at the request of Warick. "I'm sorry Warick..hehe.. do these bother you." he asked rhetorically as he raised his arm and held the organs inches from his face. Kifu then pulled back his arm and replaced the organs back into his pouch. " I guess I'll feed these to my hounds haha.. They do love these hearts".
Kifu watched as Jamis was taken over to the medical tent. He also watched Kira head over there as well. "I guess we did take our fair share of damage" kifu said to the other members around the fire. "except for you Jethera, although that is a nasty papercut you have on your finger..hahaha" Kifu was always quick to insult the archivist but what the archivist didn't know was that Kifu himself was shamed by his family for not being brutish. Kifu kept this to himself however. Afraid everyone would laugh at him as much as he laughs at everyone else. "I'm only kidding Jethera" Kifu said with some remorse in his voice.
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Buliwyf lay awke in his bed reflecting on his dream.
"A vision of things to come?" he thought to himself. "Is a dream just a dream?"
He sat up and rubbed his hand over the wound on his shoulder.
"Still hurts" he said.
Buliwyf made his way over to his armor and began the process of fitting it. Due to his shoulder injury it took a little longer and was more awkward to maneuver. He reached for his sword.
"So many battles. About time I got a new one." he said holding it out in front of him. "First thing I shall spend my cut on then I suppose."
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Būti Atsakingu stood up after receiving her answer from Jamis. "I see, my apologies for missing the obvious" she said quietly. She started to walk away as she saw Kari pass her as she gave Būti a nod, and she sent one back. Kari had been the only other girl in this whole mercenary group, and one of the only other young ones. Despite other young talents gathering to the group, Būti was still the youngest, and also the rookie amongst them all, only joining very recently. She changed her path, walking towards the reinforced wagons. She noticed that several members had gathered near a fire, where a witch doctor had been undergoing strange antics to either amuse himself or the others. She shuddered slightly, and thought to herself, My god, what savage, uncivilized brutes. It hasn't been very long, I know, but I am seriously regretting joining this group. I'm not even in this to make any money, and by how the leaders act, they wouldn't dare attack anyone of the High heavens, only the demonic denizens of the Burning Hells. Either way, I'm far from home now, and they would not be pleased to have me wandering the world on my own, no matter how capable I become. I suppose I must stick with this group for a while longer. After breaking her train of thought, she noticed that the group had finally began taking Jamis to the medical tents, as she overheard Buliwyf had been taken there as well. She sighed and hopped up into the wagon again and looked up at her precious scythe, which was perfectly spotless, despite the several decapitations it had caused. She smiled, admiring the beauty of her way of delivering death. She tapped the end of the handle against the bottom of the wagon and watched as her scythe disappeared. She sat down, took a deep breath and sat cross-legged, awaiting for the other to return, although knowing it would be a while before they all got patched up again.
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Kira spotted Buti over by the wagon and headed that way. She saw Buti tap the wagon with her scythe and it vanished. She made it to the wagon and sat down opposite Buti.
"That was a nice trick making your scythe vanish", she said. Buti remained silent so Kira scanned the area and saw the witch doctor picking up organs and placing them in his pouch, she shuddered, that is something I will have to get used to I suppose. Kira faces Buti again, who is still sitting silently, hmmm maybe she is meditating. Kira decides to stretch out and relax a bit, she moves over to the wagon wheel and leans back against it. She takes out her arrows and sword and begins to clean them down.
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After hearing Jamis's reply, Viktor felt at ease of the massacre in front of him.
"Justice was sentenced out here today. No man shall ever take advantage of another without due punishment."
Viktor stood up from the camp fire to take a survey of his surroundings. He saw both leaders being taken care of in the tents, two beautiful women sitting over by the wagon and by the fire he saw a mismatched group of men sharing stories and reluctantly having a good time.
Viktor couldn't help but feel some what out of place in this group. Some of these mercenaries worried Viktor, their love for this carnage was almost too barbaric for Viktor.
"Who am I to judge these people. They are doing what they are meant to do. I supposed in order to destroy evil one must get their hands dirty. I am sure I would have slain a few of these men myself had I arrived earlier."
Viktor pulled out his mace and crossbow from the holsters on his back, reflecting on all the fights he had been in himself.
"All that matters right now is that Jamis and Buliwyf heal so we may move on from this site."
The smell was becoming more intense and Viktor felt uneased around all of this death. Viktor pulled out his book of verses to help distract himself from his surroundings. He took his seat back by the fire and awaited for new orders from his fearless leaders.
Finishing raiding corpses with Kifu, Donsro takes a walk down by the fire. Noticing the silence occuring, he walks over to the wagon taking a breath of fresh air. Trying to get a grip on reality Donsro sits down by a nearby tree. "Something must be wrong," he says to himself. Donsro closes his eyes.
Jethera listened as Jamis struggled with his words and ended with the simple request for stitches. Jethera swore under his breath at himself, wishing he could help them more, but Jethera had no physical strength or powerful weapons like the others. He only had his knowledge and text to use as weapons. He felt that he needed to prove himself to his allies and quickly became eager for their next battle. Jethera could then show them his true powers. Jamis was then carried off to the medic tent by Lento and Kira followed them over to get her leg looked at and she was quick to return. It must have been nothing too major. That is a relief.
Jethera watched as Kira tried to make idle conversation with Buti, whose magic was far beyond even Jethera's knowledge. Buti seemed to be able to control her weapons both mentally and physically, which was impressive. After Kira's attempts showed nothing but failure she moved to the wagon's wheel and cleaned her weapons.
Jethera, unlike most others, didn't mind the body parts laying around the group as he had read of battles one hundred times as brutal and witnessed some brutal ones himself. Although he didn't mind them lying around, he did think that Warick had done the group a favor by having Kifu put them back in his pouch for later use. Jethera turned to Kifu after hearing his name mentioned and inspected his paper cut that he hadn't realized was there. "Ha, being an Archivist, paper cuts are one of the frequent wounds that we get," Jethera told him.
One of the newer faces to Jethera was Viktor, who, Jethera thought, would make an excellent addition to the mercenary ranks. Although Jethera could not put his finger on why such a holy man would be aiding a gang of mercenaries on their missions, he figured that his cause was pure, whatever it may be. Viktor pulled out a book that he started to read and it intrigued Jethera. Remembering the tome that he removed from his knapsack her held it out toward Viktor, "Viktor, if I'm not mistaken, out of all the people here, I'd think you would be most interested in this tome here. It's 'The Divine Healer', take a look if you would. And what is that that you're reading there? I might be interested in it myself."
Mordwythe casually flicked his hand about in the fire, watching as the bandages about his palm and handback singed and smoked, allowing the intoxicating heat to consume his mind for precious few moments. After some time, he pulled his hand away, covered in fresh burns.
If only, if only, he thought to himself, If only my mother had not been of mankind.
He then heard the sound of a man he had not heard or seen before, another of the Burning Blade, and watched from the corner of his eye as he took out his crossbow and seemed to focus his being on it, perhaps reminiscing, perhaps dreaming of another time, another battle. That was not Mordwythe's world, however- battle and the brave of death. Although competent, he did not particularly excel with the weapons many of the mercenaries brought with them., and barely knew how to bring his own short staff to melee combat.
The fire will be enough, he continually encouraged himself. When the time comes, the flame will conquer the sword and shield. It was, perhaps, a desperate hope in the face of his own misgivings.
Their leaders, the man Buliwyf and the brave but young warrior Jamis, were being tended to, valiant combatants suffering the reward for their bravery.
Until they are ready, I suppose I will remain where my element resides, beside this fire. Perhaps when they are recuperated, we will all know where we are off to, next. I would like to stop in a town, however- I am in need of new bandages for these mortal, scarred, and burned hands.
Jamis arrived at the medical tent with some of the others just as Buliwyf finished fitting his armor. He looked sturdy, as usual, but Jamis noticed a certain difference from his normal mannerisms. Something darker, more reflective and introspective. It was something new to his brother that Jamis had not seen before.
"Brother," he said, as they grew closer. "Victory is ours. Although, I can't say I'm surprised. It felt almost like we were fighting a rabble rather than a militia."
Jamis felt the hands of a healer on him, guiding his injured body away from his brother and into the tent.
"Tell the others where we are going. They need a leader and I'm afraid that my injuries have taken too much out of me to be that man right now."
"We are returning to Tappas." Buliwyf said as he emerged from the medical tent. "Gather your belongings and dowse those fires. You are tired, wounded, hungry, and some of you have families waiting for them, I will not keep you from them any longer than I must."
Buliwyf walked naught but a few steps from the tent before dropping to one knee. Using his sword he stood himself up again and insured everyone he was alright. He apporached his war steed, placed one hand on the saddle and with the other ruffled the horse's mane a little. He saddled up and paced about for a few minutes before pulling back on the reins, causing the horse to stand on it's hind legs.
"Perhaps if we are lucky we can go a day or two before we see battle again." he thought to himself. "But first things first. those bastards had better pay up."
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As Warick sat down by the campfire he looked around at his fellow mercenaries. He noticed Buti and Kira sitting with each other on the wagon. Well they seem to be taking a liking to eachother. Makes sense, since they are the only girls here.
He looked over at the medical tent as he saw Buliwyf emerge from it. "We are returning to Tappas" The injured leader said as he began to mount his steed. Finally Warick thought I can collect my pay and get an ale. Also sell this damned helmet. He looked down at the huge piece on plate he held in his arms. Maybe I shall leave it here. So that if any traveler is in need of armor, he may be lucky enough to come upon it. He thought, as he set the helmet down under a tree and walked towards the giant wagon.
He finally reached the wagon and took a seat next to Kira. "How are you young ladies doing?" Warick asked with a slight smile on his face.
Jamis grunted through clenched teeth as he felt the familiar sting of a needle pushing through sensitive flesh. He had had sitches before, but never this many and never for so nasty a wound.
"Will the stitches be enough?" he asked the healer, already perfectly aware of the answer.
"No," responded the man, matter-of-factly. "No, we will need to get you to a proper bed soon enough. I am but an herbalist. It will take skill beyond my own to fix this. Do not worry, there are several of great skill in Tappas. I am sure they will be willing to help after your victory against the Riddians."
"Thank you."
With that, Jamis started to drift off to sleep. He felt his body being moved to a wagon, didn't protest. He knew that soon enough they would be back in the town and he would be well.
"of course, as soon as the smell of dead bodies coats the air, we have to leave." Kifu left the warm embrace of the fire Jethera had made and headed over towards the wagon everyone else was boarding. "time to move onto our next adventure I supposed." Kifu hopped up onto the wagon and took a seat next to Warick. Kifu made sure to position his pouch of rotting parts as close to Warick as possible. "He'll think twicce next time he asks me to pick these back up..hehe.." Kifu thought to himself.
"So, what does everyone plan on doing with their money?" Kifu asked of the other mercenaries on the wagon. Realizing to himself he did not really need any money. He was used to not eating for days and all his supplies were already collected from dead bodies. " I think I am going to buy a new loin cloth" Kifu quickly responded to his own question Without regards to anyone else's answer. "I have had this one for 18 years and it is starting to get a bit smelly..hahaha...even for my taste.
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Būti sat still for only a few minutes when her complete silence had been interrupted by a female's voice, which she had assumed was Kari's. For a moment, the words that had been spoken did not reach her mind, only the sensation of sounds. When she realized what Kari had spoken, she had opened one eye ever-so-slightly and noticed that Kari had got up and left the wagon but soon disappeared from her sight. She noticed several other members slowly making their way to the wagon. Būti stood up, unkinked her joints, and leaned over the side of the wagon and looked down at Kari. She let out a small smile and whispered, "I wouldn't really say he vanished, I more-or-less "store" him on a plane different than the mortal one we reside on. It makes it easy for me, so I don't have to carry him, and I can call him back quickly and easily in case of an ambush". She looked over to her side and noticed that a couple of the other members had already made themselves comfortable in the wagon, including the eccentric Witch Doctor. She held down another shiver, and jumped down from the wagon and sat beside Kari. "So," she said quietly ; "Why did you join this group? I mean, like, what exactly did you hope to gain from these people? Surely it cannot be money?" she ended with a voice of confusion.
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Warick looked over and watched Kifu drop his rotting body parts to the ground "They were warriors..hahaha but they are no longer worthy to me."
"Please, Kifu, put those rotting organs somewhere else. Don't get me wrong, I love the smell of rotting organs as much as the next guy, but there is a limit to how much of that I can bear." Warick said as he found himself a spot around the fire.He thought to himself The night draws nearer. We must either set up camp or make haste towards the next town, collect our pay, and sleep at the local inn.
"So," Warick started, "when do we collect our pay?"
"I am in need of stitches. If someone will take me to the medical tent we can talk to Buliwyf. He will know what to do."
Kira hesitates, thinking she doesn't need to be in the medical tent as well, but then the gash in her leg flares a bit and she figures she might as well get it cleaned out properly so heads on over.
The priests make quick work of cleaning her wound and she heads back out to the field. She wonders where Buti went.
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Kifu watched as Jamis was taken over to the medical tent. He also watched Kira head over there as well. "I guess we did take our fair share of damage" kifu said to the other members around the fire. "except for you Jethera, although that is a nasty papercut you have on your finger..hahaha" Kifu was always quick to insult the archivist but what the archivist didn't know was that Kifu himself was shamed by his family for not being brutish. Kifu kept this to himself however. Afraid everyone would laugh at him as much as he laughs at everyone else. "I'm only kidding Jethera" Kifu said with some remorse in his voice.
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"A vision of things to come?" he thought to himself. "Is a dream just a dream?"
He sat up and rubbed his hand over the wound on his shoulder.
"Still hurts" he said.
Buliwyf made his way over to his armor and began the process of fitting it. Due to his shoulder injury it took a little longer and was more awkward to maneuver. He reached for his sword.
"So many battles. About time I got a new one." he said holding it out in front of him. "First thing I shall spend my cut on then I suppose."
She changed her path, walking towards the reinforced wagons. She noticed that several members had gathered near a fire, where a witch doctor had been undergoing strange antics to either amuse himself or the others. She shuddered slightly, and thought to herself, My god, what savage, uncivilized brutes. It hasn't been very long, I know, but I am seriously regretting joining this group. I'm not even in this to make any money, and by how the leaders act, they wouldn't dare attack anyone of the High heavens, only the demonic denizens of the Burning Hells. Either way, I'm far from home now, and they would not be pleased to have me wandering the world on my own, no matter how capable I become. I suppose I must stick with this group for a while longer.
After breaking her train of thought, she noticed that the group had finally began taking Jamis to the medical tents, as she overheard Buliwyf had been taken there as well. She sighed and hopped up into the wagon again and looked up at her precious scythe, which was perfectly spotless, despite the several decapitations it had caused. She smiled, admiring the beauty of her way of delivering death. She tapped the end of the handle against the bottom of the wagon and watched as her scythe disappeared. She sat down, took a deep breath and sat cross-legged, awaiting for the other to return, although knowing it would be a while before they all got patched up again.
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
"That was a nice trick making your scythe vanish", she said. Buti remained silent so Kira scanned the area and saw the witch doctor picking up organs and placing them in his pouch, she shuddered, that is something I will have to get used to I suppose. Kira faces Buti again, who is still sitting silently, hmmm maybe she is meditating. Kira decides to stretch out and relax a bit, she moves over to the wagon wheel and leans back against it. She takes out her arrows and sword and begins to clean them down.
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"Justice was sentenced out here today. No man shall ever take advantage of another without due punishment."
Viktor stood up from the camp fire to take a survey of his surroundings. He saw both leaders being taken care of in the tents, two beautiful women sitting over by the wagon and by the fire he saw a mismatched group of men sharing stories and reluctantly having a good time.
Viktor couldn't help but feel some what out of place in this group. Some of these mercenaries worried Viktor, their love for this carnage was almost too barbaric for Viktor.
"Who am I to judge these people. They are doing what they are meant to do. I supposed in order to destroy evil one must get their hands dirty. I am sure I would have slain a few of these men myself had I arrived earlier."
Viktor pulled out his mace and crossbow from the holsters on his back, reflecting on all the fights he had been in himself.
"All that matters right now is that Jamis and Buliwyf heal so we may move on from this site."
The smell was becoming more intense and Viktor felt uneased around all of this death. Viktor pulled out his book of verses to help distract himself from his surroundings. He took his seat back by the fire and awaited for new orders from his fearless leaders.
Jethera watched as Kira tried to make idle conversation with Buti, whose magic was far beyond even Jethera's knowledge. Buti seemed to be able to control her weapons both mentally and physically, which was impressive. After Kira's attempts showed nothing but failure she moved to the wagon's wheel and cleaned her weapons.
Jethera, unlike most others, didn't mind the body parts laying around the group as he had read of battles one hundred times as brutal and witnessed some brutal ones himself. Although he didn't mind them lying around, he did think that Warick had done the group a favor by having Kifu put them back in his pouch for later use. Jethera turned to Kifu after hearing his name mentioned and inspected his paper cut that he hadn't realized was there. "Ha, being an Archivist, paper cuts are one of the frequent wounds that we get," Jethera told him.
One of the newer faces to Jethera was Viktor, who, Jethera thought, would make an excellent addition to the mercenary ranks. Although Jethera could not put his finger on why such a holy man would be aiding a gang of mercenaries on their missions, he figured that his cause was pure, whatever it may be. Viktor pulled out a book that he started to read and it intrigued Jethera. Remembering the tome that he removed from his knapsack her held it out toward Viktor, "Viktor, if I'm not mistaken, out of all the people here, I'd think you would be most interested in this tome here. It's 'The Divine Healer', take a look if you would. And what is that that you're reading there? I might be interested in it myself."
If only, if only, he thought to himself, If only my mother had not been of mankind.
He then heard the sound of a man he had not heard or seen before, another of the Burning Blade, and watched from the corner of his eye as he took out his crossbow and seemed to focus his being on it, perhaps reminiscing, perhaps dreaming of another time, another battle. That was not Mordwythe's world, however- battle and the brave of death. Although competent, he did not particularly excel with the weapons many of the mercenaries brought with them., and barely knew how to bring his own short staff to melee combat.
The fire will be enough, he continually encouraged himself. When the time comes, the flame will conquer the sword and shield. It was, perhaps, a desperate hope in the face of his own misgivings.
Their leaders, the man Buliwyf and the brave but young warrior Jamis, were being tended to, valiant combatants suffering the reward for their bravery.
Until they are ready, I suppose I will remain where my element resides, beside this fire. Perhaps when they are recuperated, we will all know where we are off to, next. I would like to stop in a town, however- I am in need of new bandages for these mortal, scarred, and burned hands.
"Brother," he said, as they grew closer. "Victory is ours. Although, I can't say I'm surprised. It felt almost like we were fighting a rabble rather than a militia."
Jamis felt the hands of a healer on him, guiding his injured body away from his brother and into the tent.
"Tell the others where we are going. They need a leader and I'm afraid that my injuries have taken too much out of me to be that man right now."
Buliwyf walked naught but a few steps from the tent before dropping to one knee. Using his sword he stood himself up again and insured everyone he was alright. He apporached his war steed, placed one hand on the saddle and with the other ruffled the horse's mane a little. He saddled up and paced about for a few minutes before pulling back on the reins, causing the horse to stand on it's hind legs.
"Perhaps if we are lucky we can go a day or two before we see battle again." he thought to himself. "But first things first. those bastards had better pay up."
Viktor eagerly took the book from Jethera's hands and looked through it.
"The book I read is a book of heavenly verses my mother gave to me when I was five. She had died soon after."
Viktor reluctantly handed his book over to Jethera knowing it was safe in an archivist's hands.
"The book means a great deal to me. It has saved my life in more ways than one."
Viktor saw Buliwyf emerge from the medical tent and mount his steed.
"It looks like we will have to continue this talk later."
Viktor took his book back from Jethera and handed his book back to him. Viktor then reholstered his weapons onto his back and stood up.
"I suppose it is time we depart from here."
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Viktor eagerly took the book from Jethera's hands and looked through it.
"The book I read is a book of heavenly verses my mother gave to me when I was five. She had died soon after."
Viktor reluctantly handed his book over to Jethera but knew it was safe in an archivist's hands.
"The book means a great deal to me. It has saved my life in more ways than one."
Viktor saw Buliwyf emerge from the medical tent and mount his steed.
"It looks like we will have to continue this talk later."
Viktor took his book back from Jethera and handed his book back to him. Viktor then reholstered his weapons onto his back and stood up.
"I suppose it is time we depart from here. The foul stench lingering in the air is becoming unbareable."
He looked over at the medical tent as he saw Buliwyf emerge from it. "We are returning to Tappas" The injured leader said as he began to mount his steed. Finally Warick thought I can collect my pay and get an ale. Also sell this damned helmet. He looked down at the huge piece on plate he held in his arms. Maybe I shall leave it here. So that if any traveler is in need of armor, he may be lucky enough to come upon it. He thought, as he set the helmet down under a tree and walked towards the giant wagon.
He finally reached the wagon and took a seat next to Kira. "How are you young ladies doing?" Warick asked with a slight smile on his face.
"Will the stitches be enough?" he asked the healer, already perfectly aware of the answer.
"No," responded the man, matter-of-factly. "No, we will need to get you to a proper bed soon enough. I am but an herbalist. It will take skill beyond my own to fix this. Do not worry, there are several of great skill in Tappas. I am sure they will be willing to help after your victory against the Riddians."
"Thank you."
With that, Jamis started to drift off to sleep. He felt his body being moved to a wagon, didn't protest. He knew that soon enough they would be back in the town and he would be well.
"So, what does everyone plan on doing with their money?" Kifu asked of the other mercenaries on the wagon. Realizing to himself he did not really need any money. He was used to not eating for days and all his supplies were already collected from dead bodies. " I think I am going to buy a new loin cloth" Kifu quickly responded to his own question Without regards to anyone else's answer. "I have had this one for 18 years and it is starting to get a bit smelly..hahaha...even for my taste.
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She noticed several other members slowly making their way to the wagon. Būti stood up, unkinked her joints, and leaned over the side of the wagon and looked down at Kari. She let out a small smile and whispered, "I wouldn't really say he vanished, I more-or-less "store" him on a plane different than the mortal one we reside on. It makes it easy for me, so I don't have to carry him, and I can call him back quickly and easily in case of an ambush".
She looked over to her side and noticed that a couple of the other members had already made themselves comfortable in the wagon, including the eccentric Witch Doctor. She held down another shiver, and jumped down from the wagon and sat beside Kari. "So," she said quietly ; "Why did you join this group? I mean, like, what exactly did you hope to gain from these people? Surely it cannot be money?" she ended with a voice of confusion.
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku