[The abrupt response makes him frown, but not because he's surprised; he knows he can't pick all of these people up and move them somewhere that will definitely be safe. War doesn't work like that, unfortunately, but he'd still like to try. There isn't even a guarantee that this outpost will take them, being as they are still deserters...
But, ah.]
—West, towards the coast. Not where the beaches are, north of there... [At least his mental map is sound. He doesn't know where this is going at all, but he obliges, standing and holding his hand out. Sure, why not.]
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But, ah.]
—West, towards the coast. Not where the beaches are, north of there... [At least his mental map is sound. He doesn't know where this is going at all, but he obliges, standing and holding his hand out. Sure, why not.]