Snippet #1876424

River slid his eyes to Sarka. "Have those visions often?" he asked, pulling out a thin white tube from his back pants pocket and lighting it on the stove. The cigarette flared and he stayed next to the door so the wind would take the smoke out of the house.

Valium watched his actions with a frown and took the tobacco filled paper away. "Hey," River snatched it back. "I don't get my ass kicked often, you know."

"Perhaps if you did you'd learn more techniques with those runes of yours," Rory murmured, still focused on the half repaired wall.

"It is not the runes I worry about," Valium said as River took another drag.

"Don't worry about me," River said on exhale, putting the cig out on the palm of his hand. The pain made him wince, but since he'd only taken two breaths of smoke, the rest of the cigarette went into the trash can. "What do we do when she comes back?"

"Fight, we do," Narik'ta said simply. River rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sighed.

Valium looked to him, then the rest of the group. "River is right on this. We need at least the beginnings of a plan. We know she can use the golems and elements. Sarka, did you see anything else in your vision?"