[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume threw his hands up as Orica’s spear moved up in front of his breastplate. “Call it what you like. Thought you might appreciate telling our friend here about yourself, rather than letting me screw it up!” he teased. He was playing with fire and he knew it, but Satsume had come to understand Orica a little better during their travels. If she really wanted to kill him for a slight, she would have done so already. He crossed his arms and ground the ashes from his pipe into the dirt with his toe.

“We may take cover from the rain and discuss further plans to investigate the goings-on here,” said Orica.

“Huh?” Satsume stepped in front of Orica as she turned to head back out of the alley. “No master plan? No brazen charge into the castle?” He ran a couple fingers through his hair to flick the dampened red strands out of his face. “You sure you’re feeling alright?”