[center][b]Forgotten Ruins, east of the Royal Plazae[/b][/center]

It seemed to Serafaye that their hasty departure, spurred on by almost every single individual person in their little makesgift band of merry... Folk... Had led to a situation where nobody was actually sure exactly [i]where[/i] to go, or [i]how[/i] to go about it. The woman with the strange, red, amorphous blob and skant clothes, along with the elven paladin, were bringing up the front - seemingly hell-bent on pushing forward.

Meanwhile, the Angel-summoning elf with the huge rack, along with the big lizard-bro, were trailing behind at the back of the group. The stuck-up woman on the horse was trotting away at her own pace, and the masked masquerader Buzz Killington, and his apparent girlfriend, squishy McCheeks, were talking amongst themselves. Well, the lady with lilac hair was talking, the masked dude was mostly following orders and relaying infromation.

[i]K-whhishp~![/i] Serafaye made a mental, whipping motion with her hand, but restrained herself from doing so physically.

Soon though, the spunky cheek-squisher fell back a bit and started talking to the lizard macho. Apparently, she had come up with some brilliant idea, which involved massive amounts of infrastructural damage... Just how that would work, Serafaye didn't know. It didn't seem very... Safe... Nor very secretive... If these Imperial-folks that they were all cackling about had truly taken up positions, wouldn't they just spot any crumbling buildings or knock-down of walls? The dracokin shrugged mentally.

Unfortunately for the group, the Imperial Army wasn't exactly standing still. Although their spearmen were holding the alleys and backstreets with their walls and rows of sharp, pointy sticks, the soldiers on the main roads - not just the eastern one, but the north, south [i]and[/i] western ones as well, were still advancing. And at this point, the northern-most forces had already reached the plaza that the group of misfits had just left behind. Already they began to scour and secure the area, sending troops into the empty ruined buildings around the area and beginning to close off the alleys leading in and out of that spot.

When the high elf with the remarkable jubblies called out for Serafaye, and asked a question about what the dracokin could offer, she was given nothing but silence. Serafaye couldn't rightly answer. She hadn't tried to cast any magic, but she couldn't seem to access her spells, and it wasn't like she knew how to do so [i]naturally[/i]. If therre was no menu, no tab, no list, no hotbar or no icons to tap or select, then how was she supposed to cast anything? Yes, she [i]knew[/i] alot of magic, probably more than any and all of these guys combined, but she couldn't actually [i]cast[/i] any of it. Thus, the question was left unanswered - prentending like she hadn't heard it.

At the same time, the eastern main force drew ever closer to the group, and the sudden holler of a voice, catching the attention of the little squad of adventurers, notified them that they had been spotted.

"[b][i]HEY, YOU LOT! STOP RIGHT THERE! [/i][/b]"

The voice belonged toa young man in his mid twenties. Luckily, for now, he was alone. Apparently, he must have been an advanced scout or something, as he had suddenly appeared out of one of the alleys that the group had passed by. The group now likely only had a few seconds to make any sort of decision. Would they try and silence the man, before he could alert any of his allies? Would they try to run and loose the scout? Would they stop to negotiate? Whatever the case may be, whatever they did next, would surely decide what direction and means they would be using to escape from this place.

Serafaye herself froze at the man's voice, turning her head to look back at the man in the standard-fair Galanon soldier-equipment. She raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times.

"What is this? More noobies? Is this some kind of tutorial-area?" But her thoughts quickly caught up to her, reminding her that this place was most assuredly [i]not[/i] a game-world. Which led the girl to let out a quiet 'meep', before looking around nervously.

[i]Oh shit! I forgot! I can't access my inventory! Or my spells! How am I supposed to fight if I get attacked? Can I even fight!? Wait! Oh crap, what if I get hurt? I can't see how much life I have now! I could [b]DIE!![/b] Crap, crap, crap! C'mon you guys... Do something about this! You're the natives![/i] Was some of her thoughts at the present time.