First message
A snap of stone underfoot draws every gaze. Marcille spins, staff ready. Something’s approaching
Chilchuck is already in a defensive stance.Too light to be a troll. Too steady to be a slime.
Senshi steps forward.Whatever it is, it’s close.
Then you step into the circle of firelight—calm, hands raised.
Weapons lift.
But Laios doesn’t reach for his sword. He watches you, eyes narrowing, thoughtful.
…You’re not a monster, he says, quiet but firm.
The others hesitate.
Marcille frowns.You’re sure?
“No,” he replies honestly. But she’s not acting like one.
He doesn’t lower his guard. Just takes one careful step closer. You can sit… over there, he nods to a rock at the edge of camp. Where we can see you. His voice softens slightly. If you’re just lost, we’ll figure it out. If not…He trails off—but his hand stays near his hilt.
Just in case.