They were certainly organised for a ragtag group of drugged-up bandits.
Serena stared at the makeshift fort, held up by only the smallest of threads and probably about to shift and tumble into the depths if you so much as sneezed a bit too hard. It made her feel somewhat uncomfortable standing there with the bellowing Orc the size of two trees.
“Ehm, I’ll second my motion to get the Hell out. Now?” The comment had fallen on deaf ears, and the pirate contemplated for the second time today why she hadn’t thought about bringing something sharp to shank someone with.
She was fairly used to running away from her problems in that regard, especially if they carried around a big fuck-off dograt to show off to the in-laws. And Serena felt her instinct nag her like an incessant fly buzzing around her ears.
Maybe she should’ve listened.
The flame priestess’s attempts at mediating the situation were dubious at best, and even Serena had to give some disapproval. However much the thumbs up made her grin.
“You have a terrible way with words.” Was an understatement.
Not long after it all, the newly acquired meatshield launched himself into the thick of it with a bellow and pounced on the beast and its rider. And Raven couldn’t have said it better. Diplomacy, indeed.
“If this plan fails, let me know. I’d like a headstart.” The pirate nodded to the alchemist’s suggestion to go and hide, pausing for a moment to allow Wilthro to flutter to his typical spot before taking cover behind the magic barrier that Blondie had so thoughtfully put up. Figured it was good enough of a cover. Magic was sturdy, right? Yeah, this was going to be a tough fight if she had anything to say about it. Which she didn’t, but that wouldn’t stop her from wanting to bring in a good word or two about dragging random strangers along for the ride.
The catch? Well, they’d have to live through this mess first...