<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>There was something about Gaz that made Justine smile. She'd never expected she'd ally herself with goblins, but there was such a sincerity about this one that she couldn't refuse her help. If nothing else, this "Lionkiller" (Justine chuckled at the obvious boast) had much clearer drives and motivations than the rest of her companions. All this magic and mystery had her a little overwhelmed, but this Rickety Boat clan was looking to secure a new home, and an alliance with the people of this settlement. That was a worthy aim in her mind.<br/><br/>"Welcome aboard, Gaz," she said. "I hope this is the start of a long friendship between the people of New Hearth and the Rickety Boat clan."<br/><br/>They were hardly out the door when Missy began leading the charge out to the tower. Justine sighed. She'd been hoping to get a bath in before they left, but this was probably for the best. The longer they waited, the less chance they'd have to find those soldiers alive.  Better to strike out now-<br/><br/>Justine's train of thought was interrupted as the Missy performed a rather... impressive? Impressive was not the right word, but it was<em>a</em>word to describe the fox-woman's stretching routine. Justine simply blinked, and decided to continue on without comment. Maybe she should have grabbed that bath first. This was going to be a long journey.