Once again, she narrowed her brow. As she moved to speak in response, she was quickly interrupted before words could leave her lips.
*eherm* "Ma'am...as we were. If you would be so kind as to follow me so we may proceed with the issue at hand. As it stands, there are s-..."
As her attention snapped back to the matter at hand, Mtoto turned to face the sentry once more after looking back at Myllor one last time before turning to follow the guard further into the Deepcroft. As she walked away, she peered from the corner of her eye back to the man, wondering who he was and how he knew her name.
"Ms. Wamoto, did you get that?"
She turned her focus back to the young sapling of a Wood Wailer walking alongside her who had been talking for some time now while Mtoto listened passively, obviously distracted with something. "Aye. So you say that a detachment was sent here to deal with the cultists bastards and have yet to return? About how long ago was that?" The man nodded as he listened before counting off on one hand, "Three...perhaps four bells ago now." "And no contact has been made since then?", she eyed the lad with a mixed expression of doubt and disappointment. "No ma'am. We lost contact with them roughly two and a half bells ago. Before communication over the linkpearl ceased, there were sounds of heavy combat and spells being fired off. From the details we could gather before that, they sounded as if they were already deep within the depths of the Deepcroft at that point." She nodded, taking in the information as it came. "And what of the girl? Have you received any details regarding her?" "None, Ma'am."
Mtoto let out a sigh of clear disappointment, "I suppose it can't be helped given the timing of the current Ixali attack on Hyrstmill...I take it your orders are to stand guard and wait for the party to return?" The Elezen nodded, "Unless my orders have changed, I haven't been told otherwise." The two reached a point in the dungeon path lit only by the torches burning from their cradles in the walls. Mtoto nodded one last time to the Wailer. "Right then. I'll take it from here. I'll find your comrades and the girl and bring them back in one piece. I give you my word." He offered a salute, nodding in turn, "You have my thanks. Twelve watch you."
As the two parted ways, and the sentry began returning to his post at the entrance, Mtoto waved back as she continued down the dimly lit hall alone, adjusting her gloves and clenching her fists into a tight ball.
*Use the NPC sentry as you wish.
*eherm* "Ma'am...as we were. If you would be so kind as to follow me so we may proceed with the issue at hand. As it stands, there are s-..."
As her attention snapped back to the matter at hand, Mtoto turned to face the sentry once more after looking back at Myllor one last time before turning to follow the guard further into the Deepcroft. As she walked away, she peered from the corner of her eye back to the man, wondering who he was and how he knew her name.
"Ms. Wamoto, did you get that?"
She turned her focus back to the young sapling of a Wood Wailer walking alongside her who had been talking for some time now while Mtoto listened passively, obviously distracted with something. "Aye. So you say that a detachment was sent here to deal with the cultists bastards and have yet to return? About how long ago was that?" The man nodded as he listened before counting off on one hand, "Three...perhaps four bells ago now." "And no contact has been made since then?", she eyed the lad with a mixed expression of doubt and disappointment. "No ma'am. We lost contact with them roughly two and a half bells ago. Before communication over the linkpearl ceased, there were sounds of heavy combat and spells being fired off. From the details we could gather before that, they sounded as if they were already deep within the depths of the Deepcroft at that point." She nodded, taking in the information as it came. "And what of the girl? Have you received any details regarding her?" "None, Ma'am."
Mtoto let out a sigh of clear disappointment, "I suppose it can't be helped given the timing of the current Ixali attack on Hyrstmill...I take it your orders are to stand guard and wait for the party to return?" The Elezen nodded, "Unless my orders have changed, I haven't been told otherwise." The two reached a point in the dungeon path lit only by the torches burning from their cradles in the walls. Mtoto nodded one last time to the Wailer. "Right then. I'll take it from here. I'll find your comrades and the girl and bring them back in one piece. I give you my word." He offered a salute, nodding in turn, "You have my thanks. Twelve watch you."
As the two parted ways, and the sentry began returning to his post at the entrance, Mtoto waved back as she continued down the dimly lit hall alone, adjusting her gloves and clenching her fists into a tight ball.
*Use the NPC sentry as you wish.
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