"Would any of you tall people mind holding the guns we can't carry while we cross the water?"


The Elf from the woodlands hated water just as much as the Gnomes, if not more so, her entire life spent on an island but still a good distance away from the shoreline and the dangers that lurked there. Nevertheless, they had to get across somehow, and as she and Zin were two of the tallest in the party, it would be up to them to help.

"Matchlocks are rendered useless when they get wet and there's a lot of very wet water in front of us".

"Pass some to me," she said loud enough for Hobnob to hear, "you...Jex...man..." she pointed to Zin, Jex and Regeland in turn, "help me."

Whether they helped or not was quite irrelevant to her, the living embodiment of the forest, as she flung her leaf-scattered cloak over one shoulder and moved to pluck a number of firearms - most about the size of a child's toy - from the hands of the Gnomes.

"Swiftly and quietly." She hissed, wading into the gully with all haste, the water barely moving around her limbs as she carried the firearms as you might a bundle of sticks before her and in front of her chest.

Something must have gone wrong at the bridge she considered, the sounds of battle becoming louder as she neared the other side of the watery impasse - shouts, the whinnies of horses, and the clashing of steel on steel; much like her Elvish cousin she was not in the best of states for another fight, but she would not let it show.

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