A part of her had hoped that, with Szofrit capture and forced stasis, the known magitech units that had patrolled Vintergard and its surrounding areas would have also fallen out of commission—however she’d quickly learned that hadn’t been the case. The machines still lingered about the ruins and, what was worse, had seemingly begun to run amok now that their assumed handler was no longer able to communicate with them. Vintergard remained as dangerous, or perhaps more, as it had always been… except now it housed a new treasure of sorts, or rather multiples of them.
{ I can’t believe they’ve found so many cores already. }
Her voice softly echoes within the head of her companion through their telepathic comm link, almost as if the elf had stood right beside the brunette instead of twenty-five feet up ahead. It was a trick she’d first discovered out of accident and necessity… though one that Lúthien now strove to perfect little by little.
She’d scouted up ahead, leaving her friend somewhere deemed safe for the time being as Lúthien scoped their surroundings for any signs of danger. Only the usual sounds of a desolated city slowly reclaimed by nature fluttered into her ears and, after a final scan of her crimson eyes over their surroundings, she finally signaled for Ronja to move up ahead and rejoin the ranger in their new spot.
"Coast’s all clear… for now at least." Its unsettling that they’ve yet to come across any of the active units despite the time already spent traversing the place, and while a part of her hopes that their numbers have perhaps dwindled thanks to the Guild and its bounties the tenseness in her shoulders shows that Lúthien is unwilling to lower her guard any time soon.
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