On the Road

Leesha noticed the man approaching, and after listening to a short exchange, momentarily turned her attention to his words — she would be inclined to believe him, despite how bizzare it might sound, after all she wouldn't be the only person dealing with something mystical, however, person didn't strike her as a venerator of nature, whom, she heard, could talk to beasts..

Feeling like this is taking too much time, Leesha shrugged uncomfortably, clanking with plates of her armor and regaining focus. "Whether she is or she isn't alive, captain's right - we should step into the fray so that our allies won't be overwhelmed." Pair of young eyes look Meht over briefly and she steps towards him.
"I shall not disobey captain's orders so I can't accompany you for now, but going into battle unguarded might cause you to die — I pray on my Lord's name, so the everwinds guide your hand and turn unfaithful's blade and arrow alike.." Leesha reaches out towards Meht, holding the other hand with shield pressed against her chest: from under the lowered eyelashes dimly shines the glimmer of pink, before the last words roll off her lips, faint whisper: "...as long as you fight for Him."

Whether the other member of the guard accepts the blessing from beyond, young woman is quickly reminded of her companion, and decides that, perhaps, she could still help behind the vanguard: there was a fight on the side, after all, and adjusting her protective armaments fairheaded follows where Callum went.

Having finally heard the shouting behind him fade, Rook took the opportunity to disappear and climb up on top of another wagon. He was confused as to what was happening right now, and he decided ne needed another glimpse of how things were going.

Rook decides he has taken enough bruises for the day. He hops from wagon to wagon along the train, running to where he saw the captain. "I have scouted the threat, oh captain my captain," he calls to her, trying to cut a dashing figure standing atop the wagon above her. "There is no sign of bandits behind us, their trap seems to have been sprung too soon. You can call your forces forward to focus upon the attack here!"

Rook was rather nonplussed by this apparent offloading of responsibilities. Sending other people off to be beaten by clubs was, he supposed, the sort of skill that one had to develop if they wanted to survive in the caravan business.

He looked down at the faces staring up at him, and racked his brain to remember things he had heard the soldiers shout out back home. "Right then, um... Onward, into the breach! Man the ramparts! Ram the manparts!" ...Wait, that wasn't right.

He was losing them. "er... The sooner we rout these louts, the sooner we can all get pissed! Get 'em!" He charged forward towards the front of the caravan, staying on top of the wagons. No need to get back within swinging range of those cudgels.

Rook remained up high, throwing out shouts of encouragement to the troops but keeping his energies focused on watching the battlefield. Earlier, two brutes had been threatening to smash his brains in, which was all right; that was the sort of thing he'd dealt with before. However, when he'd tried to bribe the with the paymaster's wagon, they'd seemed aghast at the concept. And they'd said something to Callum about consequences...

Greed and violence, that was the sort of person Rook knew how to deal with or avoid. But men motivated by something other than greed, those sort made him nervous. He kept scanning out over the wagon train, making sure no other surprises were in store.