Untergard was a steaming pile of a place.<br/><br/>Of course, part of that could be owed to the recent events as well as the constant rain. It was almost as if the Gods were crying at just how utterly dismal the town had become with people running out of food, roads little more than sludge-slick passages mingling with the droppings of animals carrying people to and from before weather brought travel to a halt. At least the powers that be knew how to create the perfect ambiance for misery...<br/><br/><br/>Because sleeping at night was such a difficult thing for herself and her companion, as luck would have it, they'd noticed wagons being slowly brought in just last night no doubt carrying either ammunition or food. The latter of which was bound to be far more important than the former given the consensus of people still left with their miserable lives. Situations like these made Celim even more grateful to have Alys' company given the talent her friend had to relieve people of excess items. (Or at least what<i>she</i>considered to be 'excess'.) And at this point, she didn't care if it was only bread since their rations had run out shortly before. Hunger was not something she particularly enjoyed and while she'd have much preferred warm, tender, blood-rich meat anything was better than the current option of nothing.<br/><br/><br/>Deciding that rest was going to elude her further, Celim tugged on her boots realizing that the rain had finally stopped. Maybe this would be a good time to see if there was some poor farmer willing to part ways with a horse and cart so that they could make their retreat before things went further south. Being ankle deep in starving townspeople, mud and of course, the threat of trouble not fashioned by her hands heading their way was the last thing she wanted to deal with.<br/><br/><br/>Stepping out of the shabby ‘inn’ and spotting a crowd forming, the copper-skinned woman trudged upwards just as the speech began. "<b>People of Untergard! This is a glorious day.."</b>Rolling her eyes as the battle-torn Captain continued his shouting from atop a box. “Oh yes, a fine and auspicious day indeed if I was a pig.” Celim muttered only to be shushed by a man with bandages covering his left eye to hide a fresh wound.<br/><br/><i>Good lord, who wrote this guy’s speech? He sure loves to hear himself talk...</i>She mused to herself as the Captain’s words brought a touch of hope and life to those around her.<i>I wonder if Alys found anything good. I would literally kill for a hot bath and a bed that didn’t make mw question if someone killed a whore on it. I don’t care how it happens but next town we stay at, we’re doing it big. Feather beds, fine clothes, hot baths, good food… </i>Continuing her inner monologue as the sermon seemed to be winding to an end.<br/><br/><br/><b>BANG!</b>The report of gunfire suddenly snapped her from her reverie as the bottle in Captain Schiller’s hand shattered and the wine rained onto the ground.<br/>“What the…?”She trailed off just as the crowd around her began to break up and flee like frightened cattle.<br/>“What fresh hell is this?”She cursed as glanced towards the bridge and spotted the horde of abominations making their way forward.<br/><br/><br/>Mentally sighing and trying to keep from being knocked over, Celim shoved her way further away from the bridge and began to look around. “If I was a warehouse…where would I be?”She wondered aloud, catching herself once more when a large man collided into her back. “That’s it! The next person who shoves me gets to meet…oh hey! I know that redhead.”She interrupted herself as her eyes caught the familiar fiery tresses of her childhood friend who seemed to be talking to some blonde woman.<br/><br/>Weaving her way over to the two females and panting a bit when she arrived, she gave her friend a cheeky grin while resting her hands on top of her knees.<br/><br/>“Have *huff* I mentioned how much I hate this place yet? “She asked rhetorically before getting her first real look at the strange woman.<i>Oh hello…you look like you could be useful to have aroun</i>d..<br/>“My apologies for being short on courtesy, you seem a lovely person and would just love to get to know one another over a nice cup of wine later. Well ladies, what’s the verdict on our current situation? Team up and help or do we exit stage left?”