The wooden floorboards creaked only slightly as the man moved about the small room. Alys remained up in the rafters, the large wooden supports keeping her hidden from view. It was unlikely that he'd look up at the ceiling - most people didn't unless their attention was drawn to it, it was a simple fact. She'd been waiting for a golden opportunity like this all morning, and after the terrible things that had happened within Untergard, it was every man for himself.<br/><br/>It had been hard to ignore the supply of bread and wine that had come in on wagons overnight. Sleep wasn't easy to come by these days for Alys for a number of reasons, but the sound of wagon wheels outside had her peeking in places that she shouldn't have been while the sun remained below the horizon.<br/><br/>That was how she'd ended up here in the very supply house that Captain Schiller's men had stored the 30 loaves of bread and a dozen bottles of wine from Middenheim. Alys knew that stealing was bad, especially when this had been given to the citizens of Untergard after their vicious attack, but food was starting to grow scarce and Alys was due to leave with Celim as soon as they were able to make passage to Altdorf safely. It didn't hurt to stock up on rations while they were available, did it?<br/><br/><b>"Oi, Bert! The Cap'n is givin' his speech. Ya might wanna listen in."</b>The man raised his head from the parchment he was reading, at first frowning at his companion that stood in the wooden door frame, and then proceeding to act upon the information. Quickly, his heavily mailed boots crashed against the flooring, and with one last look around the room, "Bert" exited with his colleague.<br/><br/>Alys counted to three before she peeked out from behind the wooden post. She glanced about the room to ensure she was alone before she slid down to the floor and landed with a very soft "thud". A quirky smirk covered her lips as she brushed the palms of her hands off and moved toward the mounds of bread loaves in the corner.<b>"Smells just as good as it looks."</b>Alys muttered to herself as she reached a hand out gingerly to grasp a hold of one of the loaves. Shoving the loaf as well as two others into her bag, Alys moved toward the wine bottles and decided not to be too much of a glutton, and only snagged one for her and Celim to share. The rest was more than enough for Untergard.<br/><br/>Proud of her haul, Alys stood tall and proud as she casually walked toward the doorway. There was no sense in crawling back up the rafters and exiting through the small hatch she'd found in the ceiling. Everyone appeared to be preoccupied by this 'Captain Schiller' and whatever hopeful words he decided to spout off to ease the fears of his wards. It was all a bunch of lies. The people hadn't won anything here. There was nothing to be proud of.<br/><br/>War was a sore subject for Alys. It was the only reason she'd attributed to her mother's exit from her and her father's life. It seemed, though, that war was a constant presence, and with the appearance of oddly designed beings and creatures and abominations, Alys figured the days until Armageddon were entirely limited. That was why she wanted to return to Altdorf - to spend the days before the reckoning with the most important person in her life, her father.<br/><br/>The coy little smile was still on her face as she took that first casual step outside of the storage house. She hadn't realized that she'd walked straight into pandemonium until the blurred faces and the frantic cries of the citizens darting passed her started to sink in. Her coy smile slipped, replaced with a confused frown within seconds. Holding her satchel close enough to her body to hide her bundle, Alys attempted to stop someone to ask what was going on. No one stopped to entertain her though, and Alys meandered through the sea of people, toward the square.<br/><br/>When she was able to finally collect some semblance of what was happening, Alys spotted a blonde, elven woman with swords drawn. Now, that was not an everyday occurrence for the half-elf, but it wasn't entirely unusual. Cautiously, Alys walked up close to the woman before clearing her throat and striking up conversation.<b>" 'Scuse me, but uh, can you tell me what caused them to be crazed like that?" </b>She pointed over her finger at the last retreating citizens, all while her confused frown stayed in place. Turning slightly, she looked around her a bit, pausing midsentence as her gaze swept the bridge.<b>"It's almost as if they saw a horde of...."</b>Alys swallowed hard.<b>"Oh."</b>