A sense of impending doom

It was dangerous, not only for herself but the spirit within her if discovered or captured by his forces. Sylaise was only a piece of herself, but it would be all he’d need to find the others and attempt to make the Evanarus to submit. They couldn’t sit by and watch the Marches suffer either though. Navigating the Eluvians took careful consideration and Megara made certain to never exit the same one, she crossed through various portals across the area, delivering what food parcels she could.

Wandering Kirkwall was heartbreaking, watching the people suffering, fighting over the goods she’d brought. While her stature was dwarfed in comparison to most, Megara carried a presence, placing herself between two men fighting over a loaf of bread. [color=#008e02]“Enough! Everyone is hungry, everyone is struggling, no-one is without suffering here, but if you fight amongst yourselves, the enemy has won!”[/color] She snatched back the bread, dividing it as equally as possible.[color=#008e02] “Here,”[/color] crouching and offering two children a piece instead, [color=#008e02]“only together are we going to get through this.”[/color] Smiling at the kids as they ate, she’d glance back up to the silence and now shamed men.

Her point made, Meg retreated, continuing her search for any wounded in need of aid.