[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Panika coughed into her cloak, using it to cover her mouth so the sounds she made wouldn't be easily heard. She continued surveying the area, slowing down her movements a lot as she realized that the area she wandered into was unusually empty. Almost as if... There would be people here, but there weren't. Panika profusely turned her head left and right, and soon turned ahead and continued her way forth. She wasn't seeing any unsavory figures yet, but in the distance, she thought she saw something strange. Silently, Panika kept moving on forward through the pass, keeping a watchful eye ahead.

Is that... struggling? Panika scratched her head as she wandered forth some more, unsure of what she was seeing, but still, she had to confirm her suspicions. The way Panika thought, though, was that if there weren't any strange things that would assault them here, the assault would come further on in the escort, and Panika had to bring that to everybody's attention as soon as possible. It just required the young lady to confirm it first. By St. Elimine, the things I 'ave to do for money! Panika uttered to herself as she continued on ahead.