No. Well, at least I don’t think so. Lycia hummed a little to herself in thought, her mouth twisting to one side as her fingers locked behind her back and fidgeted. None of them have been mean to me so far. Everyone is very thankful, very grateful, and they just wanna shake my hand a lot or hug me. Sometimes they buy me food. Her slender shoulders bounced up and down in a careless shrug, the vibrant maroon and gold tunic shuffling along with the action.
Still, I guess, we should just be careful. Just in case.
It wasn’t like Lycia to second-guess herself. Whenever she decided to do something, she did it, consequences be damned. Well, at least, that’s how she played the game. She made up her mind the moment it sounded good enough and stuck to her guns. The only one who could usually change her mind about something was her sister, but Milah was currently missing. Perhaps something else had triggered this sudden surge of self-doubt in the young bard?
She cleared her throat, straightened her shoulders, lifted her head, and marched forward. A sideways glance was given to Autumn, a wink quickly following as the pair made their way into the tent city.
Said tent city was massive. There were no roads, but enough pathways had been trodden by enough people and beasts of burden that there might as well been roads connecting tents to one another or to the massive medical one that sat further back. Lycia only recognized it because of the red cross that someone had painted on a strip of white cloth and bound to a stick. Said stick was stuck in the ground outside the entrance.
The duo didn’t get too far within the city. A group of would be guards blocked them from going even five feet further, their armor comprised of piece-meal chain and scale mail. Lycia recognized long polearms as their weapons, but couldn’t place their faces. Well, she didn’t know everyone in the kingdom, after all.
Ah, hello, she greeted, her hand lifting to allow her fingers to wave. My name is Lycia and this is Autumn and we’ve come to alert your, uhm, people, that their village is safe once more, Titanius has been vanquished, and they can move back in…if they want.
Hopeful purple eyes went from one male face to the second to the third. None of them cracked a grin or nodded or said anything and Lycia, nervous under their hard glares and taunt jaw-lines, shifted here she stood.
Autumn and I have come to escort you and your people back so that nothing happens to anyone. King—well, I guess he’s not really King anymore—but, uhm, Astor wants everyone to be able to live in their homes once more. So, uh, yeah, we’ve come…to do…that. Well, to help with that…uhm, that is, if you’ll…let us?