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Argent’s eyebrow raised slightly as the crippled woman took the Nox girl’s hand and was scooped up with less exertion than he expected from the waif. Though she seemed at death’s door she seemed comfortable enough with the burden, and so Argent scooped up the other woman’s crutch with a sigh and jogged ahead after the retreating fairies.
He would have been happier to have both hands free, the reason behind their hasty escape at the forefront of his mind as he expected the Nox’s chaos to sweep them up. Though the jaunt was short Argent’s head was on a swivel, expecting a squadron of guards to intercept him and his new cohorts with bristling spears all the way onto the ship’s deck. Even as he waited for the Nox girl and her cargo he scanned the docks for sign of threat.
The second helped both the one-legged woman and her taxi onto the deck, though Argent kept his distance until she left. Eventually he would have to clear the air with the fairy woman, but the bustling ship had far more important tasks to attend to. The deathly girl provided support until Alys was away, and Argent made his way toward them in her absence.
He thrust the crutch toward the pair, though he studied the working crew and didn’t look at them. It was a surprisingly well oiled machine, practiced hands at practiced tasks as the ship’s sails billowed beneath her Captain’s commands. Argent wondered, briefly, how much of the crew’s ability reflected on O’cain, or whether it had more to do with his predecessor.
”May the Goddess protect us,” he said softly, though perhaps it had been meant for the other newcomer’s ears.
He would have been happier to have both hands free, the reason behind their hasty escape at the forefront of his mind as he expected the Nox’s chaos to sweep them up. Though the jaunt was short Argent’s head was on a swivel, expecting a squadron of guards to intercept him and his new cohorts with bristling spears all the way onto the ship’s deck. Even as he waited for the Nox girl and her cargo he scanned the docks for sign of threat.
The second helped both the one-legged woman and her taxi onto the deck, though Argent kept his distance until she left. Eventually he would have to clear the air with the fairy woman, but the bustling ship had far more important tasks to attend to. The deathly girl provided support until Alys was away, and Argent made his way toward them in her absence.
He thrust the crutch toward the pair, though he studied the working crew and didn’t look at them. It was a surprisingly well oiled machine, practiced hands at practiced tasks as the ship’s sails billowed beneath her Captain’s commands. Argent wondered, briefly, how much of the crew’s ability reflected on O’cain, or whether it had more to do with his predecessor.
”May the Goddess protect us,” he said softly, though perhaps it had been meant for the other newcomer’s ears.