M i l d e w
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
She wasn't a coward, but logically, she was not going to have anywhere near as much of a chance against the creatures as the three men here. They seemed powerful, having been preparing for this war and blessed by various Goddesses in some cases. Mildew, who had spent the last hundreds of years tending to trees and communicating with the earth, was not suited for this work.
Hoping to get out of the way before fighting began, she turned and ran towards her hut, hoping to get in. There were far more tools within than without, and she might be able to make something useful. From a crack of the open door, she called: "They usually wait until their pray falls dead naturally - they aren't born fighters. You should be fine, dears!" Not that she was going to help; Mildew shut the door.
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Seeing the Lamplighters, Mildew dashes towards her hut to hide within (and maybe make an item, but right now she's just trying to gtfo).
Will you come to talk with me this night?
But she couldn't find how to push through
But she couldn't find how to push through
