[ Matt's own enhanced senses had brought him in the direction of the refugees in distress. He could hear worried whispers among the people, and their captors standing guard.
Matt is no Corsair, though he has admired their work from afar a long time now. His involvement in the war is limited by his Hades title, but he has been concerned over the wellbeing of the common people long before death came to claim him. He was hoping to slip in and free the crowd, but clearly he made a miscalculation. Someone among the soldiers was quite talented. ]
Don't recognize your voice. Is there a problem, Stranger?
[ He turns towards Pitou so they can see his face under the hood of his long dark cloak. His eyes don't raise to meet theirs, instead pointing towards the sound of their voice a little lower. He plants the end of the cane he's carrying in the grass between them, raising a confused brow. ]
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Matt is no Corsair, though he has admired their work from afar a long time now. His involvement in the war is limited by his Hades title, but he has been concerned over the wellbeing of the common people long before death came to claim him. He was hoping to slip in and free the crowd, but clearly he made a miscalculation. Someone among the soldiers was quite talented. ]
Don't recognize your voice. Is there a problem, Stranger?
[ He turns towards Pitou so they can see his face under the hood of his long dark cloak. His eyes don't raise to meet theirs, instead pointing towards the sound of their voice a little lower. He plants the end of the cane he's carrying in the grass between them, raising a confused brow. ]