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[right][code]Outside the Outhouse of the Waystone Inn[/code]
Interactions: No one, no one, no one, no - fuck! (everyone outside)
[code]Outfit: Startlingly unfit for the weather[/code]
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Mannie had just wanted to take a piss. If she'd known it'd lead to witnessing Armageddon, she probably would've held it.

The outhouse door swung closed behind her as she stepped out, the freezing cold air conjuring goosebumps across her bared skin. She kinda wished she hadn't ditched her tunic when the arm wrestling had started - it had probably been recycled into a bar rag by now, and her chest bindings did jackshit against the blistering air outside. And, shit, she could feel the icy chill of snow in her boot, no doubt having snuck its way through the hole in the toe. She hopped on one foot out the alley, the chain that connected her to her sheathed sword rattling as she reached down to pull her shoe off. Upon reaching the corner, she twisted the chain around her arm, quieting it.

A kerfuffle of some sort was stirring just outside Waystone: two pretty women, a cat, and a twink. She recognized one as the evening's entertainment, even though her focus had been more on the hot orc dominating a bunch of men in arm wrestling than the music. The Twink she recognized too, namely from the betting pool her and a few on-again, off-again coworkers had on his cause of death. Her money was on [i]'killed in the street for his stuff.'[/i] She leaned against the corner of the building as she slowly made a show of dumping her shoe out, hoping it'd be a good enough cover if any of the group glanced over at her. Any luck, and there would be blood tonight. Dead person blood, not this pussy ass 'first to injure,' bullshit. Sure, she was betting against the Twink - if he went down, she could make sure it looked like a robbery by...robbing him - but she was ready to swoop in all vulture-like no matter who ended up bleeding out in the snow. 

Tensions fell as quick as they rose thanks to the bard; nothing like a song to muck up a perfectly good fight. Mannie was disappointedly putting her boot back on when the quakes began. Mannie toppled assward, her one actually warm piece of clothing soaked through with cold muddy slush. She was perfectly prepared for wet pants to be her evening's biggest problem when Greyharrow began to die.

Panic kept her rooted in place as the [i]weird fucking tower[/i] Mannie had never thought to ask about began to do [i]weird fucking tower[/i] nonsense. The moment she saw two men gruesomely pancake together, she wizened up and lifted a hand in front of her eyes.

She'd learned to go with a [i]see no innocence, hear no innocence[/i] strategy when it came to fulfilling her Oath. If she wasn't aware of any innocents that needed protecting, she was in the clear. She followed her memory to the Waystone's entrance, a hand on the wall keeping her stable and guiding her way with a quiet, [color=B30D11]"nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope."[/color]

[color=00FA9A]“Don’t just stand there! Help.”[/color] [i]Fuck.[/i] Why'd she have to go and say that? Mannie was almost sure she recognized the voice too: a nun who set broken bones for free. Annoyingly fucking innocent. Only way she could be more innocent would be if - hey, look, she's carrying a kid.

[color=B30D11]"God damn it!"[/color] she hissed as she pulled her hand away from her eyes. It seemed a short dragonborn had already rushed to her aid, but unfortunately the cat was out of the bag; Mannie could see a freshly unburied pair that couldn't be older than twenty clinging to each other, a boy and a girl. They were shivering like crazy, weakly trying to push themselves to their feet. Mannie wasted no time in gliding in next to the Goliath who'd freed them, tossing one over each shoulder with ease. Her teeth clattered as their snow-soaked bodies draped over her, pushing passed the blue twink that had come out to join the blonde one. She shouldered the door open and unceremoniously threw her cargo into the inn, then turned back to the nun, the woman, the kid, and the dragonborn and Goliath who'd joined them. She kept the door propped open and waved for them to get inside.

[color=B30D11]"Can't let you die, get in the bar!"[/color] she demanded - she was being literal, but it sounded real goddamn heroic.