[color=OrangeRed][h2]Victor Moltke Abigail Harlow [/h2][/color]
[B]Location:[/b] Harrow's Keep Townstead, Artisan Market to Harrow’s Tower to South Gate.
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Victor finally came stumbling out of what was formerly the Spire Inn. With one hand pressing against the doorframe to further support himself. He took one last minute to recollect himself, hoist up his pantaloons by it’s belt buckle and start what could be best described as a walk of shame into the Courtyard. He spotted the makeshift hospital, along with the true devastation that had hit the town, some of the civilians being treated, and Abigail clearing a path to free more space. [color=Crimson]”Good lord!”[/color] he shouted at her, waving his arms around to catch and gain the girls. Abigail stopped, bewildered, and stared at Victor’s flailing. She trotted up to him, rickety cart and furious pony in tow. [color=Crimson]”What’re you doing, trying to rebuild the tower?! Leave this bunkum alone, we have more important things to see to!”[/color]

Abigail looked around, a little startled. [color=Gold]”B-but sir! The civilians…?”[/color]

[color=Crimson]”Leave the others to play nurse, we have more pressing matters to see to. Things like “what the hell happened?” or “who the hell happened?””[/color] Abigail surveyed the situation. The largest parts of the marketplace had been set aside, and it seemed as if the richly dressed man of importance had started to stabilise the community.

[color=Gold]”I feel kinda bad leaving them to it, though…”[/color] Abigail mumbled sheepishly, already unhitching the cart from Munchkin as ordered.

[color=Crimson]”The tower.”[/color] Victor pointed at it.[color=Crimson]”Surely things are all still being civilly discussed in there.”[/color]

[color=Gold]”Y-yeah! Maybe we can see if Lord Matthias is okay!”[/color] Abigail chirped, clinging onto the hope of peace and order amongst the nobility. She helped Victor climb onto Munchkin and they took the main road towards Harrow’s tower. It was the easiest, fastest route as it had the least amount of material to sporadically glitch out and provided a wide, flat surface for Munchkin’s tetchy canter to cross in a few minutes.

The tower started to shudder and shake. Dust plumed from the windows. It already looked unsteady before, but now…

The pony stopped in its tracks, almost as if it knew the danger of the implication a giant structure of that size shaking so violently would have. Victor stared at it with furrowed brows. [color=Crimson]”Mhrm. Maybe we should go the other way.”[/color]

[color=Gold]”It uh. It looks like they have it covered. But what about Lord Mattias…?”[/color]

Victor wafted a dismissive hand at the air.[color=Crimson]”Ah, he’ll be fine! He’s the grand and noble heir of the Balaur household. A crumbling, bursting tower has never killed anyone.” [/color]

Abigail nodded, cleared her throat, mumbled some hasty words of agreement and made a sharp 180. They took a decidedly jauntier canter towards the Southern Gate instead - not so fast as to imply that they were escaping the impact site of a falling tower full of the continent’s leaders, but fast enough to imply that there were very persuading reasons to make it to the furthermost edges of the keep as fast as possible. Munchkin decided that this was as far as he was willing to go when it came to the swirling grey masses enveloping the sky and dug his heels in some short distance away from the gate, snorting and whinnying and completely prepared to throw off both riders if they didn’t agree with his decision. [color=Gold]”That’s as far as he’ll go, Sir. I can’t blame the wee lad…”[/color] Abigail did her best to restrain him.

[color=Crimson]”What -is- this…?”[/color] Victor was engrossed in the uncomfortable sight of null visibility outside of the bubble. Partially fearing the unknown but suddenly interested in more then just escape. He could see some of the civilians clawing at the bubble, assuming the barrier itself wasn’t harmful just a trapping mechanism, or maybe even created to hold out the smoke? [color=Crimson]”Clouds? Fog?”[/color] A million questions and possibilities running through his mind.

Abigail sniffed, rubbed her nose on the back of her gauntlet. [color=Gold]”’Tis a gate, sir.”[/color]

Victor’s face scrunched up at the smart remark, turned to her with a deeply disturbed and unhappy scowl. [color=Crimson]”Is this truly the time, damn it?![/color] he then promptly turned back at the bubble. He grabbed a small rock nearby and threw it at it the barrier to test for a reaction to confirm the effects it would have.

[color=Gold]”If anything, now’s the best time for a bit of lightheartedWOAHWOAHWOAHSIR?!”[/color] Abigail fell off her pony trying to rush up to him. [color=Gold]”I don’t think we should be throwing rocks at the bubble Sir! What if it pops?!”[/color]

[color=Crimson]”We smash rocks together for fire, it’s the best way to learn!”[/color] he exclaimed. Once he was certain it was truly just a bubble he approached it to lay a hand on it. Ever weary of drastic reactions it would have.