[IRP] Retreat to Nowhere

[Amoltamiss]

Cinia was always one who was averse to being the aggressors of the conflict around the border, but unfortunately her influence was rather lacking. Having some form of tactician's knowledge, she knew that the ambush that the resistance cells would attempt to hatch upon the Lycians across the border would not only not end well, but the resulting counter-attack from Lycia would lead to casualties on the sides of the Etrurians. Sighing, Cinia had already heard the sounds of conflict from a ways away, having been awake for quite a while now. She lacked competence in healing, so unfortunately she could not help anyone who was retreating. Meanwhile, the sounds of a horn and a battle cry clued Cinia in to the situation. Lycia was already striking back.

Cinia sighed and in her thick robes she shambled her way outside of her current vicinity, following the only path she knew the Etrurian resistance would have taken. And lo' and behold, there were already people retreating. However, Cinia's expression turned into that of a grimace as she realized that the signal to retreat was called too late. Holding her black tome tightly, she sighed and tried to meet with those of the retreating force. Cinia tried to inquire about the situation on her own, but it seemed that most of those were injured or too exasperated at what was going on to answer her. Sighing, Cinia continued walking along the path, but soon halted to a standstill.

The crimson-draped mage fidgeted and wondered out loud "I wonder why people don't listen to my warnings..."