[Młynar waits a moment to be sure the other man is steady on his feet before nodding in turn and turning to continue down the road in the direction he had been going. He looks over his shoulder occasionally to check that the fellow is still following, but otherwise does little to acknowledge his companion. No point in adding to the confusion yet.
Młynar's tail does twitch anxiously side-to-side, though, as he continues to consider the situation. An explosion? There are mines in this area, but none so near the road, and Młynar hadn’t heard or felt anything. There had been no panic from the local beasts. Surely an explosion in possibly-Higashi couldn't send an individual all the way to Kazimierz? Though perhaps if the sword is an Arts unit...
As they walk, the trees give way to small patches of cleared land, containing farms that are more like oversized vegetable plots than anything else. In one of them, a woman with flame-red hair and an equally red pair of squirrel ears and tail looks up at them briefly before returning to digging up potatoes.
The village arises abruptly out of the farms, a huddle of houses and not much more clustered on either side of the road. The architecture has a very medieval European look to it. There are a few larger buildings, including one with a sign proclaiming "Inn," outside of which a few people (also with horse ears and tails) stand talking.
the suffering...
Młynar's tail does twitch anxiously side-to-side, though, as he continues to consider the situation. An explosion? There are mines in this area, but none so near the road, and Młynar hadn’t heard or felt anything. There had been no panic from the local beasts. Surely an explosion in possibly-Higashi couldn't send an individual all the way to Kazimierz? Though perhaps if the sword is an Arts unit...
As they walk, the trees give way to small patches of cleared land, containing farms that are more like oversized vegetable plots than anything else. In one of them, a woman with flame-red hair and an equally red pair of squirrel ears and tail looks up at them briefly before returning to digging up potatoes.
The village arises abruptly out of the farms, a huddle of houses and not much more clustered on either side of the road. The architecture has a very medieval European look to it. There are a few larger buildings, including one with a sign proclaiming "Inn," outside of which a few people (also with horse ears and tails) stand talking.
Młynar slows and turns back to the other man.]
Are you feeling alright?