[b][u]Outskirts of Kell[/u]

Beatrice Magin[/b]

[i]That was rude.[/i] B was grateful for being saved, but Ciara had been extremely condescending. The woman was walking away from B. She was a little frustrated that Ciara had been the one to get the last word in, but that didn't concern B. What did concern her was that shiny core rifle the military man had. For whatever reason the woman didn't think that was valuable. B did take some of the woman's words seriously, and decided to do some safe recon first. With a core firearm, the man was a threat if even slightly conscious.

B began to climb a tree with purpose, keeping an eye on the woman walking away from her. [i]Was she actually telling me about manners?[/i] Now a little higher up, B also kept an eye towards the branch that had fallen, hoping to catch a glimpse of the soldier.

The tree was getting thinner as B climbed, and she finally spotted the soldier. He was on the ground and still, rifle in his lap. B plotted out the path to the military man in her head. [i]I could take that gun from him if he was awake. Why am I hesitant now? [b]Trust your instincts[/b]. My instincts are conflicting.[b] Are you sure?[/b][/i] B wanted to show the woman that she wasn't a little girl. She wanted the loot, even though it would be cumbersome and she might not be able to sell it without suspicion. What she wanted and her instincts weren't the same thing though. [i]My instincts are telling me to clean up and find a place to rest. It'll be dark soon.

Ug.[/i] B stood up and let herself slowly tip sideways off the branch. The resigned look on her face stayed until she was about to hit the ground. [i]How much food could I have bought with that rifle?[/i] She used her power to twist and touch her palm to the ground, rooting it and sending her bounding off away from the military man.

B headed for the lake. There, she hoped to find the Golden Mercenary who left his gear. That had also been her original plan before she was rudely robbed by the raccoon.