Marcel grinned at her response, shaking his head as he adjusted the strap of his pack.
His grin softened into something more genuine as he looked ahead toward the approaching town. There was a comfort in their banter, a rhythm to it that made the weight of their task feel just a little lighter. Marcel knew the reality of their luck—or lack thereof—but he appreciated her humor, dark as it might be. It was a part of who she was, and he wouldn’t change that for the world.
As they reached the edge of the town, Marcel slowed his pace, his posture shifting subtly into a state of readiness. His hand brushed against his staff, fingers tightening on the smooth wood as his gaze swept over the quiet streets. Smoke from the chimneys carried the smell of morning cooking fires, mingling with the faint earthy scent of damp soil. Everything seemed ordinary—too ordinary.
He gestured toward the town, his expression sobering as they prepared to step into the unknown. Whatever awaited them, Marcel knew one thing for certain—they wouldn’t face it alone.
@Eithne
You’re a menace, you know that? Burning down a town just to clear a little Blight? Sure, that’s what heroes do,he teased, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.
Next thing you know, they’ll be erecting statues in your honor. ‘Here stands Eithne, Slayer of Blight, Burner of Towns, Wielder of Fire and Chaos.’
His grin softened into something more genuine as he looked ahead toward the approaching town. There was a comfort in their banter, a rhythm to it that made the weight of their task feel just a little lighter. Marcel knew the reality of their luck—or lack thereof—but he appreciated her humor, dark as it might be. It was a part of who she was, and he wouldn’t change that for the world.
You’ve got a point, though,he admitted.
We’re not exactly known for walking away unscathed. But hey, maybe this time we’re overdue for something simple. I mean, statistically speaking, we’re bound to hit an easy one eventually, right?His grin widened, a boyish optimism creeping into his voice despite the odds.
As they reached the edge of the town, Marcel slowed his pace, his posture shifting subtly into a state of readiness. His hand brushed against his staff, fingers tightening on the smooth wood as his gaze swept over the quiet streets. Smoke from the chimneys carried the smell of morning cooking fires, mingling with the faint earthy scent of damp soil. Everything seemed ordinary—too ordinary.
Let’s stick to the plan, yeah?he said, glancing back at Eithne.
We scout, gather what we need, and if there’s trouble... you light it up, I’ll throw up some barriers, and we’ll deal with it like we always do. Just don’t burn anything down unless we absolutely have to.His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he added,
I’m serious this time. No impromptu arson, okay?
He gestured toward the town, his expression sobering as they prepared to step into the unknown. Whatever awaited them, Marcel knew one thing for certain—they wouldn’t face it alone.
@Eithne
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