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[code]Hope Passage[/code]
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The short girl with a crossbow had a bit of a point... despite how misguided it all was. Nakala herself had similar sentiments as the girl but at the end of the day, they all took a risk coming to Hope Passage. They all traveled all the way out here in search of wealth and safety, even if it seemed too good to be true. However, the rugged man mentioning [i]slaves[/i] really sent a shiver down Nakala's spine, and those [i]uncomfortable memories[/i] made her reconsider that stance, just for a moment. However, Arthur had a point saying that the great and powerful Exusia had little to no need for slaves. Nakala sighed as she crossed her arms and softly said,

"I have no issue with this," Nakala stated to Tisa.

However, the dust storm hit and the camp went oddly quiet... Nakala was worried, just a little bit but maybe that was the paranoia that Deadwood elicits. The land of Hope, Death, & Misery is very unforgiving and harsh... and another example was seen when a shriek ripped out, followed by someone being stabbed to death and the Emissary ending a raider and meeting her own end. Nakala immediately reached for her spear and held it tightly in both hands - she was tempted to save Tisa but it was far too late the moment she was stabbed in the stomach. It was definitely too late when her throat was slashed by the Bone Clansmen.

The Bonesclan was one of the most infamous factions in the land of Deadwood. They remained in the Bone Sea and were superstitious as they got - perhaps they came for a way into Exusia. Or they just wanted to kill people. Nonetheless, Nakala was not gonna be a victim here, not as long as she continues to draw breath. 

The rest of their ragtag group of adventurers charged into battle, likely a futile effort due to how many members of the Bones Clan were probably here. Arthur rallied her and the small one onto him, maybe he had a plan or a strategy. Nakala thought it'd be better to just cut and run while they were killing everyone then try to hunker down in the camp because they, more than likely, had the entire camp surrounded. However, it seemed their short friend Azariah was a magic user and that disturbed Nakala, just a bit. Not enough to stop her from focusing on staying alive. However, the Bonesclan targeted the boy and it would behoove Nakala to protect him at all costs.

There were a lot... a lot more than what Nakala could handle even with a spear. A fine young gentleman with a sword and a lust for violence and eyeballs charged at them head-on, and Nakala dropped her weight. She used the full force of a giant to send the spear through his chest and the Clansmen screamed in pain as those were his last moments. She yanked him back and placed her brown leather boot against his mass and kicked him back, liberating her spear as the young mother looked around.

The rest of the Bonesclanmen were surrounding her, and she didn't know [i]who[/i] was gonna attack first. They probably saw her display of raw strength and are... hesitant. However, it wouldn't be long before they realize that they had the number advantage. The first thing that came to mind was [i]never[/i] show any hesitation or fear or else it would be suicide (as she learned from the arena).

The second thing was that she was hoping that her "little friend" had a magic trick up his sleeve.