We could leave or stay and fight, no difference from the day to night
”Fake hiding spots and traps, yes.” Nate is manically animated, the hand not woven into black dog fur gesturing wildly while he speaks. The farmhouse sounds like a good idea, until Nate thinks of the fire they’ll need, thinks of buildings in previous years going up in smoke. ”We should have someplace we can hide in in the ruins, if we need to. So we can still hide, if the worst comes to pass. Some place all stone.” Nate leans over the map, though nothing comes immediately to mind. ”Some kind of signalling system sounds like a good idea, and maybe... passwords, or something. The monsters can mimic voices, right?”
Lips tug into a thin, strained smile, Nate’s head tipping to the side. ”The most useful would be the dragon, more than likely. Though there’s the panther, the bat and the bird, the uh, the bull. Oh, and the snake.” He’s missing some, he just knows it, though that’s ignored in favour of glancing around the room, clearly unhappy to be passing along this offer. Wessex is offered a sharp grin though, as her silent question echoes in his mind. You think I’d do that? Faux hurt invades his mental voice. This is Skaduwee. We found him protecting a litter of kittens by the bar, decided to bring him home.
It’s clear Wessex has been thinking about their Arsenal, an impressive array of items listed, reminding Nate of the things he himself has procured. ”I’ll be able to bring a few weapons, magical and fiery and hopefully useful.”
”I think luring them is a good idea. It helps to keep us in control.” The moment they wavered, that they lost that upper hand, was the moment they bang to fall.
Lips tug into a thin, strained smile, Nate’s head tipping to the side. ”The most useful would be the dragon, more than likely. Though there’s the panther, the bat and the bird, the uh, the bull. Oh, and the snake.” He’s missing some, he just knows it, though that’s ignored in favour of glancing around the room, clearly unhappy to be passing along this offer. Wessex is offered a sharp grin though, as her silent question echoes in his mind. You think I’d do that? Faux hurt invades his mental voice. This is Skaduwee. We found him protecting a litter of kittens by the bar, decided to bring him home.
It’s clear Wessex has been thinking about their Arsenal, an impressive array of items listed, reminding Nate of the things he himself has procured. ”I’ll be able to bring a few weapons, magical and fiery and hopefully useful.”
”I think luring them is a good idea. It helps to keep us in control.” The moment they wavered, that they lost that upper hand, was the moment they bang to fall.
NATE
