[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b][/center]

Her eyes drifted over the crumbling facades of the town, noting that it looked even worse for wear than some of the worst slums from back home. She'd of course heard rumors about here. Who hadn't? But seeing it was something else. This was...indescribable almost. 

The man in the center of the town caught her attention and she felt herself tensing already, drawing a blade easily into her hand. The worn handle felt like a comfort to her and her father’s comforting voice filled her thoughts. No words, just the soft rumbling tones of his voice like she remembered from when she was very little and she would lay with her head on his chest and he'd talk to her.

That comfort was enough to stall any panic that might have risen up in her chest. She was still cautiously looking forward, still on alert for an sudden danger, but she wasn't panicked either. And because of that, as she caught the motion of the shambling forms further back, she didn't jump into direct action. 

"Up ahead," she said to those who were nearest her so they saw as well and prepared themselves for the slow trodden threat.