Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

Marie-Louise continues to cry, her voice starting to sound a bit hoarse after using it so much more than usual. She looks up at Towlir, thinking to him between the tears.Maybe he was friend...

She puts her head on the gorbatdog's shoulder, tears rolling onto its thick neck as she starts scratching behind its ear.

normally I'd introduce myself to you all, but from what I can hear we don't have time for pleasantries, but then again if by chance I meet my fate here I guess my name is warranted, Stitch, Stitch Wing. And I'm sure willing to work with you all on finding a way out of this predicament that we have found ourselves in. Perhaps the professor whom I sought out could assist us in returning to where we started from, or maybe you can to as stitch gestures towards the little girl.

"You didn't really leave the option for talking open with open firing on them and charging forward 'Taste my justice'. If you are truly sorry, prove it." Revelry gestures to where the sound of nails scraping is coming from "Initiate with just words, instead of them being immediately accompanied by iron."

Revelry places a comforting hand on Marie-Louise "If you believe this is the correct path, I stand with you." He pats her on the back, gently "Come now, dry your eyes and stand. You wouldn't want the first impression with your new friend to be you crying, would you?"

Marie-Louise, still crying, voice sounding like she's been crying for days now, stands up from the dead gorbatdog and looks around. She simply ignores all others, too annoyed by the difficulty to thinkspeak to even do that now. With determination she starts walking down the hallway, away from the dead that will definitely ruin first impressions. She steps into the crossing of hallways, turns towards the scratching sound, taking on her best "sad helpless little girl pose", hugging Antoinette tightly and staring forward with big eyes, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She hunches a little bit, turning one knee to the inside, making herself look as small as possible. She blinks, clearing her vision, trying to see what's coming.

Perhaps this route we have taken is not the best choice concerning the longevity of our lives. Those sounds are quite foreboding and I for one do not want to find out what is creating them. Stitch starts backing up towards the destroyed classroom that they were all in. He also directs the professor to follow as well

Marie-Louise smiles, or rather grimaces through the tears, extending her hand towards the approaching gorbatdog, like she shows it to a dog to get her smell, taking half a step forward. Hi, friend... she sends into its head, right before a new wave of sobs cause her to close her eyes, shaking her frame violently.

Marie-Louise's attempt to smile grows stronger, but is also fought harder by a new wave of sobs. She does, however, manage to send some more words towards the gorbatdog. She's not in the least bit shaken by the snot and slobber on her hand, leaving it right where it is.

these half orcs do seem oddly peculiar...
Stitch turns to the professor Something is perplexing me about those half orcs professor, were they here in your lecture room prior to the incident? And their mutterings, can you decipher what they are saying?

Stitch thinks for a bit then quickly asks the professor do you think that these two brothers are whats brought us to this location? And I don't recall them being in any physical distress but now after we have slain those two creatures they now show some reflective signs of injury,
it's too much of a coincidence if you ask me. I think we need to get the rest of the group here
Stitch quickly calls down the hall to the group I think that perhaps you should all come back here.

Marie-Louise takes a small step forward.