Re: (Open) Dungeons and Depravity: Revenge of the Unchained
Kiera was proud of her training, so to hear it questioned by someone who wasn't there filled her with spite, and had she not always believed that she should always continue training, she might have spoken up. Though, her demeanor didn't better when the leader both suggested they prepare to defend a war, instead of going back to do what they should have, just as they planned, nor did she feel the least assured when the woman spoke of their tattoos. Though she was certainly right about there being misinformation, either she herself is the one that's misinformed, or she's misinforming them. Either way, the effects of the tattoos were apparent and a total surprise to find in battle.
Walking off from the group that she thought would return to the wilderness to continue their mission, Kiera was tempted to seek out her mother to talk about it, but wasn't about to question her, after all of the training and care she took. As tempted as she was to go back alone, just to at least keep an eye on the enemies movements, she knew it might have been little better than suicide if she was spotted. Instead she just went off to fill her waterskin, patch her wounds, and rest.
Waking up to find no attack on that day made her only grind her teeth about their decisions once more. They agreed to go back, and knew of the poison and the death of their leader, and still did nothing but sat here to find the worst path come to light. Hearing the news from the scout, Kiera knew that unless they were lucky enough to cut their group off before they met with a greater party, which was an unlikely proposal given the powerful magic, lack of knowledge of their destination, and possible approximation of a fuller camp or town, these daughters would become sows and the father might already be dead. "You're hurt. How much resistance did you run into from the group, and what of the enemy was there to face? Perhaps you could tell us which way they fled if you faced them?" She also heard out her companions talking about going after the fiends as they fled. "Finding tracks will be our best bet and our window is smaller and closing. If there's anyone who knows the layouts of the neighboring towns and area, could we plot their most likely course?"