Braedon watched Sandrina followed Raen out, and so he too followed. The others were capable by themselves at the moment and they seemed to have an adequate amount of control over the planning for the while. He had preferred to stay quiet during their planning, he was relatively sure that they were all able of supplying themselves with sufficient weapons.
They were, all in all an capable group, but Braedon knew that they would need to be more than just capable if they were expecting to do what was being suggested, or at least what he thought was being suggested.
He went after Sandrina, as she came to a stop next to Raen he slowed his step. His eyes cast down the down the road to where the two were staring and where a dark figure was fading into the distance. Sandrina looked a back to Raen, her face full of confusion.
"Who was that? Why do you look so pale? Please, kind sir tell me," she begged him, but Raen said nothing. Neither did Braedon. He stood behind the two watching silently; they were unaware of his presence. Quietly he watched as Sandrina’s confusion turned to fear. "He is going to tell them isn't he?" She was shaking now.
Still Raen did not answer; he cast his eyes down to the floor and the up to her as she fell to the floor, tears falling from her eyes.
“Help,” she whispered. Raen looked to Braedon. They both knew that that messenger was heading. They had to try and get going as soon as possible. Braedon looked to Sandrina, he pitied her, and it was surely a difficult thing to deal with.
He wished perhaps he could offer his sympathy or words of comfort to help her, but it was not in his nature. He did not even know how too! Anything he could think of sounded foolish and too naïve considering the circumstances.
Instead Raen broke the silence in-between Sandrina’s quiet weeping. “We will help you. We both will.”
She looked to Braedon; he nodded trying to give an encouraging look. It was hopeless.
“We all will.” Raen said helping her to her feet. The others now had taken notice of Sandrina and the other two.
Anora approached Sandrina, and grasped her hands. “You are shaking, what is wrong Sandrina?” Sandrina withdrew her hands from her friends and crossed them across her chest, rubbing her arms.
“They know...” she said quietly.
“Who knows?” Hama said, coming forward to stand next to Anora.
“A messenger, perhaps.” Braedon spoke up.
“Perhaps?!” Anora said, a little vexed at the situation. “It must be more than that if Sandrina...” she looked to her friend.
“What he means is it is likely, and we should be prepared for the worse. It is almost certain that if this messenger is heading to Sandrina’s Uncle we cannot expect this undertaking to be and easy one. We must be prepared.”
The group nodded.
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