Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Deluge was no politician. Had she had her way, they would have bottled up Kenway's latest batch of undrinkable liquor and come in with intent to burn the place down. She had plenty of bottles slung over her hip, her hat pulled down over her ears, her movements were purposeful, and her stride didn't cease when her brother tipped his head back to call. Deluge didn't hold any of Scald's optimism, so she remained silent on the journey here, sombre for the usually brash and abrasive girl.

The patchwork wolf could have eaten her hat when the scent of herbs hit her. Gil looked terrible, to be honest, she wasn't even quite sure he actually was alive until Sakana was shoving something in his mouth. She helped Scald to get him on the skin, moving along with her brother while Sakana supported his neck. They shouldn't be jostling him about in a cart like this, they'd have to find another way home, but that could be discussed once they were clear of the borders.

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