“…”
{…Shoot.}
“…”
{…Shoot.}
“I’m sorry, I’m… not who you think I am.”
{I… don’t know how to broach the. Topic.}
It’s actually less than a minute before she arrives again, a pair of toddlers by her side.
{I’m wasting time I’m wasting time she’s going to run away again she’s probably already on her way to the horse after tricking them I’m wasting time.}
(she (whom) arrives again?)
(Tamila, sorry)
I look down and around to see if I can find any of Kamilla’s tracks, especially from the house.
(roll Perception or Survival)
(following them requires specifically Survival but finding them can be either)
2
(Excellent.)
This sure is some dirt
(how long until we arrive?)
“Uhm. I’m… really sorry, but I heard Kamilla came over and. Her father…”
…I trail off.
(sorry, posted before I saw your message)
You’re… ballpark a minute and a half behind Canary, but I can provide a more specific estimate if desired
(that’s fine)
“Oh, her father wasn’t here, just — wait.” She cuts herself off. “I mean, she hasn’t been here at all!”
“She said some bad guys wanted to kill her!” says the older toddler helpfully.
Tamila blanches.
“…”