Aphra heaved to a halt with Voltarus who'd she followed through the chaos. During their flight, it seemed Voltarus in front of her seemed to be trailing two others. In the panic of the streets of Kintargo, Aphra got a good look at neither. But it was becoming more obvious he was following them. Perhaps he knew them. It was more red bandannas she saw, when one of the protesters Voltarus followed darted sharply into an alley. The other had stopped with she and Voltarus. She took a quick glance at him - in fact, she had to look quite upwards to see his face, quite tall was he. The sun shadowed by his wide brimmed hat, she saw little but a scarred lip of a dark man. He was armored in steel and carried a sword, as well as a spear.
The leader of the flight from the opera house had come back into view at Aphra's abrupt halt from running. She saw he held a small sword in each hand and wore nothing much more than a dingy leather backpack as he rushed aggressively at the red bandannas and someone they were abusing. She hadn't seen his face clearly, but had caught a blur of violet, or red. She saw he had horns. He was a tiefling. She knew little of them, except most worshipped Asmodeus - she had heard in the heart of the slums.
"Why not let them kill each other first so their numbers are dwindled," Aphra strategized out loud to Voltarus, bustling to stow away the light mace she carried, putting both gauntleted hands on the grip of her sword, raising it for when she needed it. "Whoever's left, if they can't, I'll take care of them with my sword," she murmured low with vengeance in her tone when the tiefling drew first blood in a charging stab. She thought of her family.
"Many innocents are being murdered back at the opera house...because of me," she uttered confessionally, as if unstable at the realization. "I'd rather not kill again today, if that's alright," she said breathlessly. There was a quiver in her voice.
Red bandannas. They're not people. They're just red bandannas, she thought over and over again, determined to see Voltarus live though this day.
move stow light mace.
standard ready an action to swing at anything that threatens she or Voltarus.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.