The traumatizing events of the night did not have long to sink into her thoughts when Asher had asked her to take first watch. At first, after Asher retired to his tent for the first part of the watch, Johanna waited until silence filled the air. Her thoughts were rampant, she needed to take a walk. Before leaving, Johanna collected a small bundle of sticks and twigs to feed the fire while she away, with that she departed, taking nothing more than the shortsword. She back-tracked her way through the scorched campsite of the refugees. Johanna wasn't sure as to why she had even bothered to come back. She examined the dead, and found the woman that Asher had slain. Kneeling beside the corpse, Johanna cast a backwards glance over her shoulder before exploring the woman's pocket-folds. Johanna fished out two copper coins, marked with Sevitel origins, and peculiar red bottle. The bottle itself was no larger than her palm in length wise. Tucking the bottle away into her own dress folds, Johanna rose to her feet and continued to explore the camp.

Not much time had passed until Johanna had reached the outskirts of the battle, where the explosion occurred. The landscape was charred with blackness, blood, and the stench of death. At the sight of such travesty, she couldn't help but to feel grief. The internal war in Sevitel had dire consequences on its people, that higher class were not aware of still. 

Her thoughts wandered again, and while they wandered, Johanna lost herself in the surroundings. Before long she had made it to the edge of a campsite. Subconsciously, she was surprised that she had even discovered it by herself without any previous knowledge of its location. Crouching behind a low shrub, Johanna held her breath in hope that she had not been heard. She had discovered the campsite of the strange hooded people. From her location, she could see five hooded figures huddled around their fire talking in low, hushed tones. She couldn't quite pick out their mumbled speech. But she could see just as well. On one of the arms of the figures, there was a strange glove like device. Beneath the forearm, an empty glass bottle was strapped to the arm, she could even see strange copper coloured wire running along the fingertips and towards the bottle. How strange. Johanna had never lain eyes upon such a strange and unique device before. But what was it? Magic? A weapon of some sort? And then a nagging thought began to eat at her, was this device the cause of the massive explosion? Johanna decided to return to her own camp before she risked discovery.

Slipping away into the night without a sound, Johanna made her way back to camp. Upon her return, she found that the fire had dwindled, so she immediately set upon the task of feeding the flames with the sticks and twigs she had collected before hand. She decided that she would wait awhile longer before going to wake Asher for his watch. After all, she was wide awake, and her mind disturbed by the evenings events. Taking time to collect her thoughts and organize them into a less chaotic mess would give her peace of mind for the time. She pulled her knees close to her chest and stared deeply into the blue heart of the fire that crackled noisily.

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