Death's End IC

[Lucretia]

Seychelles got on the wagon and took the remarkably thick spellbook out. It's nowhere near full, but what spells she had were located within. Running a finger across them, she considered what spells she might need in the coming day -- if they were going to return out and search for those creatures.

And perhaps I will have time to ask questions of whoever calls himself sage at the Guild, she thought to herself.

Casting an eye on the dead horses, her heart gave a little shiver. The poor things, cut down for convenience. And for what? Their deaths did nothing to hamper the group. Senseless. Pointless. The little spark within her flared up. Just proof of their subhuman tendencies, she thought. Still, Seychelles averted her eyes from the corpses.