<div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/a2f9ee9f69862b4347b81042d23f8c7c/tumblr_nmi4a72NCd1qgd7rdo1_1280.png)</div>Brannock hadn't come alone. A torch blazed to life in the darkness behind him and shone off every link of mail and acid etched silvery curve of her armor, an amalgam of Melford guard uniform and well-kept family armor. The sword matched. Melford could not afford to outfit her gratis, but the calling to serve had been strong. "I am Sergeant Yucca with the Melford Watch," she identified herself clearly, but with a second generation Baklunish accent stretching out her phonemes. Stepping forward, since she was nearly as dark herself as the goblins they'd just fought. She inspected the fallen with a pass of the torch, but not too closely, since adventurers were known to be possessive of their kills. "The young lady is bleeding."<br/><br/>Her blade had yet to be drawn. The peacebinding leather cross was still fashioned around the lotus-embellished hilt, like a wax seal boasting that she hadn't needed to resort to bloodshed tonight. When she reached the camp, she unslung her gleaming shield to offer a skin of clean water from the Melford well for Ran and Miranda to cleanse their wounds. "You aren't far from the town now. If you're willing to break camp, Brannock and I can lead you into the safety of Melford." After a moment, she conceded, "Mostly Brannock. There isn't a better guide to these woods."