[IRP] The Dead One Calls

[Andy]

The sobbing woman snapped the mercenary into instant alertness. Where there was sobbing there was often also death and violence. Ambrose shook himself and dismounted. "Shad, let her take my horse. We can discuss the matter on the way to the safehouse. And make it safe once more if necessary." He stretched in his armor, took a swig of water, and drew his longsword, resting the blade on his shoulder. "Cecily is right. Now hurry, and focus."