They rest easier for her attentions, though she has to narrowly dodge one who reaches out to thank her for her healing, murmuring a blessing to her.
"Well, there's a pot of stew on the boil, but it's Lobscouse." Angelika's face fell a bit-potatoes, onions, hard biscuits and salt meat, but the salt meat was bad and the biscuits were often worse. "We have something more substantial where we're going, but I'm not sure where that is."
"I'm on watch for attackers too, but my eyes see everything that's coming, so I might as well note it down. Though, with you here, things are more likely to get a prompt response. My magic is mostly mid-range, the only thing that I have that can match your firearm is my sealing shot. It binds other people's ether for a time, somewhat like a-"
A sudden shout announces something that drags Angelika's attention away from the clipboard as three Imperial guards rush the docks, two wielding swords and one mage gesturing with a staff. Against them, only one corsair, a youth who trembles with fear, stands, the others still back by the ships, penned behind the fearful servants now stampeding to board-save for the two in conversation upon the deck.
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"Well, there's a pot of stew on the boil, but it's Lobscouse." Angelika's face fell a bit-potatoes, onions, hard biscuits and salt meat, but the salt meat was bad and the biscuits were often worse. "We have something more substantial where we're going, but I'm not sure where that is."
"I'm on watch for attackers too, but my eyes see everything that's coming, so I might as well note it down. Though, with you here, things are more likely to get a prompt response. My magic is mostly mid-range, the only thing that I have that can match your firearm is my sealing shot. It binds other people's ether for a time, somewhat like a-"
A sudden shout announces something that drags Angelika's attention away from the clipboard as three Imperial guards rush the docks, two wielding swords and one mage gesturing with a staff. Against them, only one corsair, a youth who trembles with fear, stands, the others still back by the ships, penned behind the fearful servants now stampeding to board-save for the two in conversation upon the deck.