<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Main Street</strong></span><br/>-Two hours after Tower's collapse-<br/>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon-<br/><br/>- Ili'Meni Westcott<br/>- Micshe Variel<br/>- Gennavive Iis<br/><br/>Tagged : Panthea<br/><br/>There were five horses on main street, anxious and snarling under the collapse of cold rain. Ili' Meni had two lead ropes in her left hand, twisted about her wrist. The animals trusted her without hesitation. Micshe was like a statue, thirty meters from, but still nearest to the Gate. Her's was the only horse that had any color on it besides black. It was painted brown and white. The only male in the group, it was considerably larger, and more muscular than the other four horses. Gennavive worked as a house maid, but she was no push over, and had been waiting for an opportunity to prove herself.<br/><br/>the three of them, centaur-ed and stern in the downpour with two pack animals on Ili'Meni's left arm. They planned on delivering much needed supply to the Tower Camp. Both of the horses without riders were stocked full with first- aid gear and emergency rations. A rider had come with a message only twenty minutes ago. It was blunt, and not easily misunderstood: "Evil strikes the door. Barracks destroyed. Tower razed. Send aid." The three of them were waiting for Panthea to arrive before departing. They had spoken with her upon their reception of the message. Quickly deciding, together, to head north without hesitation.<br/><br/>Their small convoy had inspired a few members of Anders' guard to approach them with hands softly placed on their sheathed weapons' hilts. Two of them were males, the third was a woman. She stood far away, too suspicious for her own good. the soldiers were underneath Michse's powerful horse. Her voice was cold. "We're riding to the Tower camp, we'll be acting as medics, I believe. All of our Slayers are out on jobs. There's no way to pull them back. You may follow if you want. We'll be departing in only moments. I suggest you keep these walls safe, and guard the north of the camp. If you send anyone to follow, bring some mechanics. Reports say that the watch-tower has been razed. I'm expecting darkness to flock there."<br/><br/>As the guard responded to Michse's shivering words of discerning, indirect threats, footsteps came onto main-street from the east. "I've heard the same reports, miss Variel. Move with haste. We will be sending aid. Trust our blades and bows. Mechanics if we're lucky, milady." He seemed scared, unable to understand what was happening. Michse took a moment to observe him. He was young, probably in his first couple years of service. There was innocence in his eyes. He had likely only seen enough battle to sharpen his blade once or twice. It would be wise to give him wisdom before departing. she may never see him again. "Silence can save you in a world without light. If you find yourself confused. Stay still until you're sure of the wisest decision."<br/><br/>Michse turned to her left to look at the approaching figures. Ili'meni and Gennavive turned with her. It was nearly time to leave.<br/>