[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]

Following the swordsman's pronouncement that they should head north, the far older girl offered what seemed to be the only sensible opinion on the subject: "What's the point of going north before we find out where we are?"

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[h2]Kerri the Twice-Betrayer[/h2]

As the final clasps on her armour were locked, a call came to assemble in the hangar--a call that, for an obvious reason, the fallen knight had no reason to actually head. With the grunts filing in and others--including that brutish green thing that claimed to be an orc despite being far more like a troll--and no huge resistance expected, Kerri dismissed her mount and squire. No sense risking her personal servants with so many troops around. One-of-Many, of course, was staying with her--she hardly trusted the thing to leave her sight for even a minute and it was quite capable of staying out of danger if things turned bad.

Ready for the mission, the blackguard's hands firmly grasped her blade's hilt.