[Jack slowly makes his way into the barn, his staff ready in attack position. He's still a little jumpy, so he keeps aiming it at different corners, the wood glowing for a few seconds whenever he thinks he should shoot. The horses are in the shadows, and he's eager to freeze the hell out of them, but there's someone else in the barn, and he wants to make sure they're fine.
Coming a little closer reveals a big and very particular shape that can only belong to one person.]
Nanaue? [You know shit is bad when Jack drops the nicknames. He slowly makes his way toward Nanaue, always keeping an eye on the shadows.] They haven't hurt you, have they? We need to move quickly.
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Coming a little closer reveals a big and very particular shape that can only belong to one person.]
Nanaue? [You know shit is bad when Jack drops the nicknames. He slowly makes his way toward Nanaue, always keeping an eye on the shadows.] They haven't hurt you, have they? We need to move quickly.