[IRP] The First of Many

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume plucked his spear out of Glass' leg and stood over his fallen foe, who was magnificently mangled thanks to Orica's finishing blow. He met eyes with her for a brief moment. She said nothing, which Satsume could only assume meant that she didn't have any objections to the way things played out. He gave her a spiteful glare, as if to say "In your FACE, woman!", and calmly stepped over Glass' body to pick up his other javelin.

“I can’t thank you two enough for helping these people…and myself."

Satsume picked his head up at the sound of a voice, as he slammed his weapon back in its quiver. It was Paige. She had stepped away from the group of townsfolk after speaking with Kalin. He noticed she was carrying several rather ornate books in her arms.

“If you two hadn’t shown up, I doubt we’d have enough strength to fight them off.”

Satsume opened his mouth to speak, but caught himself. Dammit, woman. He lashed out mentally at Orica; if he opened his mouth to acknowledge his own heroics, she'd unleash another verbal chastising. Instead, he merely flashed a smile at Paige and bowed his head.

"Where are you off to, then?" he asked. His goal of reaching Castle Pherae with the intent of finding work hadn't left his mind. But after this little scuffle, maybe it was best to keep out of the region for a little while. If I have to keep on my way, I might as well travel with people I recognize now, he thought.