Fortune's ascent swept most of the birds within the tarp, but they were not held as too many gaps in the folds and rents from the Terrestrial's vented aura allowed their escape. His steps rewarded more as he descended to the ground on escaping owl fledglings. The sticky netting quickly encasing and bunching around his feet, held nineteen of the owlets some hurt beyond survival as they were broken in the net and landing. Three owlets were bound in the tarp still. And as he reviewed his condition, several gashes in his clothing bore evidence of the aura's viciousness.<br/><br/>"<strong>Aye sir,</strong>" came Kedo's response, a simple nod from Azula. The brute moved through the few bodies, giving the giant a solid kick before moving on. He did, with great effort slide the massive weapon away from the goliath before moving forward. Azula flitted from body to body, a quick reassurance and she was away. She left a waterskin with the man with the broken hips, she wasn't inclined to mercy, but she liked this group and they seemed to be. In any case they needed answers. Conscious men spoke more, it was a fact. Once the two unconscious men were tied and a road spike driven and tied to the crips foot, she bound into the wagons, and she and Kedo stood stunned at the bounty, no whoops of joy at the find, just stunned silence.<br/><br/>Upon the third wagon a peculiar sight bore forth. The ebony woman fell to her knees, a gash to her stomach as well as bleeding from her... hair? "<strong>Come with me, you were meant for so much more. They will only drag you down. We are godlings upon the face of Creation, and you use that to steal? Nevermore, with me at your side, we can sway nations, raise wonders, close the Shadows. Just give up this, this...</strong>" Her words trail as she gropes, but before she can be interrupted, "<strong>Inspire, be loved, not feared. I am yours, and...</strong>" The broken heart evident upon her face, the hope that she was strong enough to change the truth before her. The rents in her soul knowing she held not such power. But before she could continue, the wagon jostled as Fortune boarded with grace.<br/><br/>As Wei joined them upon the wagon though, her demeanor swung like a gate, closing on compassion with an audible slam. "<strong>You would chase them down, hunting them after you have what you came for? I am held in check by what I feel for her, you, thief have no such protections, bear forth with your booty and be gone. I speak with this one.</strong>" The vehemence and disdain dripping from her words as she straightens and steps between Canticle and the gambler apparent even to the approaching henchmen and all reach for weapons.<br/><br/>