Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the Roadside

Amaryllis nodded and kept her attention focused on the child, holding out her arms to the little girl in the bushes. She was unaware of the woman riding on the road, though the others likely heard the sound of the woman riding on the road. Amary, however, had only ears for the child, the sobs emanating from her filling her with a pang of sorrow for the little girl that had just lost everything. 

"It's alright," She cooed, her voice hushed and warm. "No one will hurt you now. You're safe!" Amary was careful to position herself in such a way that her body blocked the child's view of the worst of the carnage, though there was little doubt that she must have seen it already. She may very well have witnessed the death of her entire family from where she had laid in the bushes. 

"Mama..." The little girl whimpered, eyes brimming with tears. 

"I know," Crooned Amary. "I know. Let me help you. Let us help you." The child hesitated a moment more, but seeming to recognize her need right now, she finally relented and scrambled out of the bushes and into Amary's arms. Without hesitation, Amary scooped the child into her arms like a mother hen taking her chicks under her wing, cradling the little girl against her chest and shielding her from everything around them, though the little girl helped with that by hiding her face against Amary's chest as she sobbed freely and wrapped her fingers in the fabric of Amary's dress.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**

Kolec and Butigan could hardly get a word out. The carnage was too much, they were farm laborers not warriors. This isn't what they were used to, nor what they set out to face in this journey. 
Kolec, clearly uneased hastened his offer "Theres nothing left here, we should move on."
But then the rumble of hooves came and bith Butigan and Kolec jumped to face the coming potential threat, each with an arrow notched upon their bows ready to be drawn. Butigan speaks out at the riding woman "You! Are you from the town? We need help, theres been a bloody massacre here!"
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Roadside

She looked over at the corpses and the crying child between the woman's arms.

"Yes sir, that much I can see. What was the reason for such atrocity?" Her voice was calm.

The raven perched on her right shoulder erratically moved her head, looking at the strangers with deep black eyes.

The sorceress pondered in her mind the possibilities that laid before her: the blood and wounds in the bodies were fresh, one or two corpses even had some muscles twitching. They were either the murderers or the survivors.

On one hand, if they were the murderers, she would probably get attacked, and the sole idea of having to use magic right now, when she was exhausted from these past weeks excesive use of her magic abilities, was tiring. 

On the other hand, if they were survivors, the murderers wouldn't be far and she would still probably have to fight. 

Oh dear Mother Nature, as tired as she was, why did she have to cross even more problems?