[IRP] Retreat to Nowhere

[Amoltamiss]

Cinia eyed the swordsman as he procured what appeared to be some medical supplies. Well, crude ones anyway, aside from the salve that Cinia idly wondered about its origins. Considering that he managed to keep all that stuff in there, it was a wonder how any of it got lost. Regardless, Cinia tensed up for a moment when Lantis turned to the wood. Armor was grazing eventually, it was loud enough that even Cinia could hear, despite the prior sounds being inaudible to her at first. As she predicted, people had chased them here.

Lantis had the bright idea to negotiate. "Negotiate? Are you crazy? Do you think they will take us seriously? They know what I did to their troop. They will want my head on a silver platter." she whispered into Lantis' ear out of earshot of the two fellows who had made their presence known in the grove, one of them had fallen out and cursed himself, most likely his idiocy.

Then someone who was obviously threw a rock. "That rock isn't going to fool us. Reveal yourself." Cinia said, rolling her eyes and turning her head away from the gaze of the armor knight who had fallen.