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[goldengeneral]

 [ A beautiful elf maiden's face appears on the feed. She has a delicate appearance, but from all the grime, dirt and blood marring her features, it's obvious that she's far from defenseless. The video is shaky because the hand holding it is trembling in fear. She's wearing a firm, authoritative expression however -- the expression of a no-nonsense General.  ]

My name is Laurana. We can exchange pleasantries when this place is safe.

I've noticed competent men and women took up arms to keep them off, but what about people that need help? Is there a closed, walled off space where non-combatants and children could be safe? I will volunteer to keep such a place together. All I ask is cooperation, especially from healers and people that know how to fight.

If there is one already, then I would like to help as much as I can. Another bow to the numbers helps.

[ When she's done, she gives a polite nod and the feed goes off. ]

Comments

[onblackwings]

[ She says nothing more, and only watches the nearest dead with a cursory interest. She has confidence that they won't see them in this darkness. Once they're past them and to the door, however, they've exited the thick veil of her spell, and light returns. She glances at Laurana. ]

Where to now?

[goldengeneral]

[ Laurana feels a bit disoriented, but keeps her posture straight. ]

The... clinic. It's not far away.

[ She leads them to the clinic, glancing at the dragon hovering it warily as she walked. ]

[onblackwings]

[ Ugh, that dragon. Khisanth glances up briefly, but otherwise works hard to ignore her. She'd already investigated in her other shape, and after realizing that the red had devoted her entire attention to the ground and the beings on it, taken her leave without a word exchanged. And according to Deathwing, it's better to keep it that way. She hurries into the building, the sooner to have it out of her sight. (And the sooner to escape unnoticed, too.)

She turns to Laurana when they're in, looking thoughtful. ]

That was a decent escort.

[goldengeneral]

[ Laurana smiles charmingly, under the impression that she helped someone today. ]

Thank you. You were very helpful yourself.

[ She turns to return to her post outside, but remembers something. ]

Oh! I didn't quite catch your name?

[onblackwings]

[ Oh, right, that thing. She pauses for just long enough to avoid beginning the wrong name, as she has a few times before. Onyx. That's the name she gives people. Not Khisanth, and not the 'Dagger' she originally thought of. She's giving out Onyx.

Okay, ready. ]

Onyx. [ A smile, practiced to smooth ease. ] Find me again, when all this is past.

[goldengeneral]

[ She notices the small hesitation, but nods. That's good enough for now. ]

I... it's good to meet you, Onyx. I will.

[onblackwings]

[ A nod, and she turns to make her way deeper into the clinic. She ought to be able to amuse herself here for a while before teleporting to somewhere more comfortable... ]