>>5201770"Can you get my stuff at the tower? I'm already afraid that people will recognise me without a disguise. It's going to be easier to enter and leave the tower as someone who's Mozgus has never seen the face of."
"Got it, but... How do you plan on hiding your face from the Knights? They've been after you, right?" Hyde reminds you.
"Yeah, I better use something to hide my identity... Give me your hat!"
"What? No!"
"This is serious, Hyde. Stop fooling around!"
"I'm not giving you my hunting hat, it's what makes me look cool when flying through the-" You snatch the damn thing from him, exposing the bald spots behind his head.
"You don't see me caring about vanity here, do you?"
"With a face like that, aging poorly will the last of your problems..." Hyde begrudgingly whistles for the harpy to take him to the skies.
Taking several chalks and rocks from several tents, you go warding each and every single one of them, connecting them by a string of wirings so none of them are cut off when you eventually spread your od net throughout the refugee camp, always making sure to hide from knights and lower the hat down to your chin. So long as they stay here in this line, none shall be sacrificed.
Which makes it extra frustrating when you see some people getting captured by the knights, being accused of cultists. The lodgings are gargantuan in size, and even with your wrists and digits starting to sting from too much drawing, you continue focusing on your mission. Calling the attention of the knights or the crowd didn't go so well the last few times, so let's do what you do best, draw.
After a few hours of hiding, drawing and thread making, you finally run out of chalk, ink, and whatever else you could use to draw. Counting how many lines and houses you went through in your hand, you'd be lucky to save over a thousand of these people if they stay huddled in the ring. Better than nothing, they might as well count their blassings.
Observing the last tent you warded, you bump your head with a familiar girl that was about to exit that place. It was Nina, the harlot that offered her services a few days back.
"Oh, it's you..." Nina recognised your face, but still attempted to get up, taking the hand of a dark skinned girl who was covering her face and cooing with her.
"Ooooh..."
"Sorry, but Elaine and I are not in working ours. We need to run away- Eek!" Nina attempts to run again, but starts to cough as blood appears between her legs.
"You alright there, girl? You don't look to be in any conditions to be running- You offer a hand for her to stand, but waver after feeling the Od of her companion. Despite her innocent and childlike attitue, her spirit is just as dark as Guts'. And worse, there appears to be a familiar circling around her...
"Grau?" The girl appears to be unable to speak your language, too.
"Don't touch Elaine! She has syphilis! And she's not for sale!" Nina uncharacteristically appears to defend her dumber friend.
