Serpica peered at Al from the back of the wagon, still sniffling and whining. She rocked back and forth as she shivered in the cold and the fear, and managed to choke out a response.

"I don't wanna hurt her," she choked through the tears, trying to get about a gallon of snot back into her head, "b-but she's gonna kill us if we don't fight back, right?"

She wiped her eyes with her thin, filthy arm, leaving a muddy streak across her face.

"You're more experienced with these things, so I'll leave the decision to you," Serpica muttered, looking to the floor of the wagon as if it might have the answers she was looking for, "this is the sort of thing adventurers do, right? I can do it. I'll do it. I'll still go with you. Anything is better than living like this."

Then she heard more loud roaring and a sad song, as if someone was mocking her feelings. She covered her ears, because she didn't need any more stuff in her head right now. Not roaring, and certainly not a stupid sad song.

"STOP YOUR STUPID SINGING," she shouted, still sniffling, "THIS SONG IS DUMB! YOU'RE DUMB!"