When the sparkmage asked the newcomer to watch her back, the festively dressed girl gasped and snapped, “All I got is a cane!” but then realized it was better than nothing. Luckily, it turned out that just making an appearance was enough, as the wolves decided they’d been outnumbered and backed off.<br/><br/>“What the fuck is going on?” the girl blurted, adrenaline spiking as she witnessed the wolves transforming before they fled. In her mind, she went through all kinds of scenarios that could be the cause of the crazed peasants earlier, and now this. Disease? Curse? Virus? How badly had it spread? Was it contagious? If the way she was dressed hadn’t been enough, her unusual accent and the question she had asked out loud made it crystal clear that she wasn’t from around here and had only just become aware of the epidemic.<br/><br/>Finally, when her thoughts began to untangle, she managed to make introductions. “I’m Zettie,” she said, and then asked, “Are you... headed towards the city, by chance? I’m afraid I’m lost and wouldn’t find my way there on my own. I’m not from around here, you see.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>