Anstice: "We're going back inside."
Kinqueduran: "We should wait until the storm clears. Mendhari is soaked, I don't know if she can take much more."
Anstice: "Safer inside than outside, K."
Unseen by any of the three Synodic Exalted, a dark figure no taller then Anstice's waist darts past their shelter then doubles back, caught by the sound of Mendhari's cries for the dress...green eyes watch the three
Anstice: "May not have a choice."
Kinqueduran: "If it comes to that, then so be it."
By the time Anstice has finished investigating the bloody woman, several more small figures have gathered...
Kinqueduran: "Do you still want to move, or wait it out?"
Anstice: "I have this feeling it's time to move now. Just a hunch."
Kinqueduran: As he looks back to the entrance, his eyes narrow and he mutters. "...shit."
Anstice: "Better padding. And I don't really feel like stopping. And why are the little goblins with green eyes starting at us?"
Both men notice the entourage of child-sized figures darting around them in the dark of the storm. But Anstice alone notices the bronze glint of their skins and the faint glow to their green eyes. And he alone knows that these creatures are not mortal, his nose twitches as the coppery smell of demon assaults his nostrils. But, despite being noticed, the small demons continue to dart through the shadows, never moving closer.
Kinqueduran: "I'm not sure why they are, but for some reason, stabbing seems reasonable."
Anstice: "Better yet, why is there a small army of the demonic shadowing us? Only if they come close. This reeks of trap."
Kinqueduran: "Mhm. I still advocate stabbing ... although, now that you mention it ..." He glances up at the tree-cave, then back to the entrance. "I wonder why they don't come closer."
Anstice: "Either they don't want to be stabbed, or we took something from the temple that's holding them back. Or maybe attracting them. Walk, please."
Anstice: "If you've got a really good banishing trick, now might be the time. Not demons, demon. Singular."
Anstice: "Bah. Are we there yet?"
The Cart Dolls remain far enough away that Kin can't make them out. But if they moved into sight, he too would know them. Devious monsters controlled by a single large demon, somewhere within 10 miles of the dolls. Killing them will only make it mad and they will not act without orders from it. One must have been sent to see what the Cart Master says.
Kinqueduran: Reaching into his pack slowly, his fingers find a richly-inscribed swatch of silk, which he draws out and waves at Anstice. "Take this."
Anstice: "Luck is good."