Sentinels and Saviors [CRP]

[Alusq]

From atop the wall, Renata peered out into the darkness from between Tiras and Lennox, tho she had no hope of actually seeing anything. It was some consolation that anyone approaching the fortress wouldn't be able to see her either, exposed as she felt. She suddenly wished for some proper armour and felt a pang of wistfulness for her inquisitor garb, which had all long been broken or pawned off by now. Not that it had been nearly as protective as the armour of a soldier who expected to actually see full-scale battle. Perhaps she should've taken one of the watchmen's bows... No, it was more useful in the hands of the men lying in wait to ambush the enemy. She'd barely ever used one but for hunting in the first place. A breeze picked up.

"So, Lennox... Must've been some bar fight, aye?" Renata could not keep quiet, her speech shedding all propriety. Every minute spent staring into the darkness felt like an hour. This was just about as stressful as the prison raid itself had been. "The girl you were traveling with, last we saw you— she make off alright?" At least their enemy was human this time. But does that make it better or worse?