[color=pink]"Yes. We were coming to get you so we could leave, since we figured it would likely be for the best if we did not stay near a town for... well... this reason."[/color]

You left, along with Stride and Digbie behind you and with Jen leading the way. As far as you could tell, Grox and his company were dead or kaput, but you did also seem to execute someone in the middle of the street, which sucked. Oddly enough, too, you noticed that his body seemed to disappear if you looked to glance back. What laid in it's wake was a small book, beaten to shit and probably older than you are.

Strange indeed.

When you got back to the wagon, things looked pretty normal. Charlie and Jen's Horse were tied to the front, and sitting at the front of the helm was Brock, waiting to drive the wagon forward. [color=92278f][b]"... well it looks like you guys had a good time."[/b][/color]

[color=red]"Cut the shit, Sinclair."[/color] Stride was curt, his scarf back around his neck and his drool not leaking anymore. [color=red]"I've gotta go get my bucket out of my realm of holdin'... too much fuckin' spit..."[/color]

Digbie simply shrugged as he followed Stride inside the wagon, Jen watching him warily as she wandered in behind him. You could just tell that Jen was using every ounce of restraint in her body to keep from trying to kill the Demiblin. Might be good to go chat with her.

... and of course, Eve flew down from above and proceeded to glomp your arm. [color=dodgerblue]"I saw the fight from here, and got Jen to go help you guys out! Are you okay?! Where did that orc hurt you?!"[/color]