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Pythia rolled her eyes in annoyance as the inquisitor spoke and the silver-haired boy responded to him.

[color=E3485D]“Whoever started the anti-magic field is probably in that direction.”[/color] Pythia pointed with her sheath. [color=E3485D]“The demon birds came from that way, so it is the only place that makes sense if you have any brain cells.”[/color]

[color=CadetBlue]“I agree.”[/color] The man chuckled in agreeance, though Pythia did not particularly care that he did.

Pythia didn’t care if the inquisitor or non-inquisitors agreed with her. It was a simple matter of facts. The demon birds were stirred along by someone and the anti-magic field was obviously something that happened to facilitate the avian attack to either kill everyone, kill someone specifically, or some other intent that involved the barge and the birds. It could’ve been a greater distraction or an attempt to put the barge behind schedule. There was a number of desired outcomes even without information at her disposal. Honestly, she was about to run off in the woods and deal with it before the idiot silver-haired boy told her to help the blonde woman. She didn’t need an inquisitor to spell it out for her.

[color=CadetBlue]“That is the direction the flock came from, so it makes sense that whoever is focusing on their magicks is sitting in that stretch of woods.”[/color]

Pythia rolled her eyes at the comment. Did he just like repeating her? Was he laying it on thick for a practical reason? She let out a muffled ‘Tch’ under her breath as her tongue clicked with one of her teeth in annoyance. She jumped upward, on the railing, pushing her thumb against her sword's guard. She had a feeling by the time they found the person responsible she was going to have to draw her sword in front of this group. It wasn't a favorable prospect, but it was better than being in front of inquisitors. Though the blonde wearing tattered inquisitor robes worried her. Was she one of them? or was she just a grave robber who snatched some clothes off a corpse so people would listen to them? The only other option was she [i]used[/i] to be one of them, but Pythia just did not have the information she needed to make that kind of deduction.

It seemed like the red-haired girl was going to have to gamble on it, and it wasn't like she didn't have the confidence she could escape if they wanted to sell her off to the inquisitors after-the-fact. 

[color=E3485D]“Well, I'm not going to sit still waiting to be bird food.”[/color] Pythia remarked.

[color=CadetBlue]“Yeah—”[/color] 

And just like that the red-haired girl jumped from the ledge, preparing to hit the ground in a soft roll, ignoring the inquistor's reply to her comment. She wasn’t waiting for anybody. There wouldn’t be a debate. It was time to get to work. The anti-magic field would probably phase out once they were away from the barge and wandering through the woods and Pythia didn’t particularly like feeling unable to use magic. She felt defenseless, unable, and at the mercy of the inquisitors. It was times like this she wished that she used a gun instead of a sword; though such feelings were brought on by anxiety and not at all reminiscent of how she actually felt.

[color=CadetBlue][b]“—hey! Don’t just jump off by yourself!”[/b][/color] She could hear him call out.

She sighed, if the others followed her that was their prerogative, not hers. She wasn't going to wait on anyone.
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