Kjersti Volden
AC: 19 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7
HP: 24/24 | Focus: 0/1 | Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5
Conditions: None
The closer the Ravens get to the Cloven Hoof's base of operations, the worse things become. At first it seemed like their avatar of rage incarnate had done a great deal more than just stalking down a group of Citizens. They were among the dead, of course, but when they started to see militia members among the bodies, a knot grew in Kjersti's stomach that the deadman had gone off his rails and the little rogue's sense of calm was no longer enough to keep him in check. The Falco hammer comes out quickly and her pace picks up to either catch up with their companions, or discover what was really going on.
After the shopkeeper steps out and gives them the rundown, Kjersti swears and looks across the group. She remembered that Rexus had said Aria Park was where it had all sort of started and that the Opera House there was a real stronghold for Thrune and his lackeys. They didn't have the numbers for that sort of thing, nor did the militia... especially once they were outside the boundaries of the Nursery. Who knew what kinds of ambushes the retreating Citizens might have? She gave Temperance a knowing look. It was always going to get worse, the more folks started to rattle Thrune's cage. People were going to get hurt... and people were going to need to be hurt. Striking the Nursery might have always been in the plan, regardless of their activities, but it didn't change the fact that blood was spilled. Were they really ready to return the favor?
"Don' even need t'ask," the farmgirl assures the keeper. "Y'all keep your people here, where they know the ins and outs, have an advantage. Rein in the hotblooded as best y'can. I know they hurtcha, folks want payback, but it could get worse if they chase after it." She claps a firm hand on his shoulder for reassurance, then turns to the others. "Yeah, we go," she answers the looming Deadman. "But we gotta find the quickest way to the park, and also somewhere we can catch 'em up. Catch 'em off guard, get those folks out. Any ideas?"
To keep themselves from losing precious moments, she jerks her head in the direction the shopkeeper had indicated that Zea had been taken. They'd need to walk-and-talk to keep up.