"Is that what that noise was?" Mateo raises his eyebrows somewhere behind them, where the trumpets and alarums were still ongoing, signalling the dragoons' approach. "What will they do, when they get here? Can they get those things to release?" Those things being the hand mines, of course, Mateo offering out the other gingerbread man while taking another bite of his own. He doesn't know if Ever likes them, but he'll hazard a guess.
Narrowing his eyes, Mateo also has to hop out of the way of the poorly thrown rock (unnecessarily, as it happens), and he lets out quite the choice curse word in the travelling tongue. "If they weren't so angry with us, I'd see if we could head out there and look for ourselves. But I don't really want to be hit by a rock."
Narrowing his eyes, Mateo also has to hop out of the way of the poorly thrown rock (unnecessarily, as it happens), and he lets out quite the choice curse word in the travelling tongue. "If they weren't so angry with us, I'd see if we could head out there and look for ourselves. But I don't really want to be hit by a rock."
