Home For a Rest

[Dracos]

At least they aren't walking around with assault rifles.  We going to go out appearing armed or unarmed? Dracos questioned.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

How many weapons do we have right now? Bjorn asks, somewhat rhetorically.  Dumping Shinmyouken's sheath on the ground, he adds, I'll bring my sword, and if you've got anything concealable it wouldn't be a bad idea.  Otherwise, we'll just rely on the welcome team to back us up.

Peering out at the path to the edge of town, he says, Looks like we still have a few minutes, but not many.

[Dracos]

Fine with me.  Let's hope to keep to not having to fight though.

Dracos lead the way out towards the path.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Nathan drops the warbag onto the ground and buckles on his quiver, before zipping the bag back up and offhanding the bow.

"It doesn't look particularly threatening, so let them wonder.  I'd rather be prepared than not."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn glances back at Nathan.  Push the quiver around to your back, he advises.  Makes it a little less obvious.

Looking around at the rest of the Order, he nods.  All right.  Let's go greet the neighbours, eh?

With that, he follows Philip up the path.

[Rezantis]

Nathan pushes it around a little to make the concession, but not so far he can't still easily grab an arrow.

[Ginrai]

Prepared to turn into a wolf if necessary, Ginrai follows the others.

[Rezantis]

Incidentally, we have a lot of weapons.  A couple of spare swords, tazers, stunguns, batons, arrows, a few pistols . . . hey, what happened to that crate of assault rifles, anyway?

[Bjorn]

Left it here, Bjorn recalls.  Imagine it probably got put to good use.

He thoughtfully eyes the barely visible newcomers.  Anyways, let's not go out there armed to the teeth -- I'd rather not end up provoking something.  Worst come to worst, I ought to be able to provide enough distraction for you guys to arm yourself.  He grins a bit wolflishly at that, and the mists of his Dream whip around as if stirred by a sudden wind.

[Rezantis]

Oh, agreed.  I was just letting you know.

Nathan closes his eyes and . . . tries to pull some combat skill from his dream-self, the same way he pulled the gauntlet from his real self while in the dream.

[Brian]

Nathan gets a vague impression of his otherself already being busy using those skills, and thus unable to lend them.

The new arrivals haven't come into sight yet, but the dust of their passage advertises their approach.

[Bjorn]

Well, then, Bjorn says, let's get going.


With that, he makes his way down to the approaching dust cloud.

[Brian]

This thread now moves to My Village is Number One.