"Ugh." Another city, the sight of the damage and death made her don the armor until now rode in the back of the cart. Deila ready for danger became more alert. The smoke choked her. The shaman sent Bulbo out of dangers way. The surrounding was mostly stone so she brought those spells to the front of her mind. This was going to get dangerous. Grandmother had nothing good to say about towns and cities. They were death traps, death always followed where a town grew. 

Deila could see the horses were moving there ears and on alert as well. The shaman could feel the panic in the air, but refused to give in. The only reason Deila didn't jump out of the cart was Sana. There was a lot of survival skills she felt the shaman could still learn. The shaman at first wanted to leave. She wanted to be safe and back in the safety of an old lush forest. No. This is the diversity, the challenge would make her stronger. Being able to thrive in a harsh environment would help her able to endure. This was a shamans true strength. Any one can live in an environment they were born into. Going to unfamiliar terrain and thriving, this was what made a shaman. If she survived this day, Deila swore to thank the five spirits.