Leaving the confines of the brushwork and tree line, the caravan fell into a sort of busy silence that could only come from one such as it. Many moving parts were necessary to keep the whole thing moving smoothly, even through contested lands such as the one they were swiftly riding through. He had been tasked with securing the various perishable goods that were needed by those fighting in and around the front lines. Alongside those were some additional supplies for the various groups that were working beyond the frontlines. The packages were labeled by use as either perishable goods or food, medical supplies, or non perishable goods aka paper and other note keeping supplies. The weapons and armor were kept farther up the caravan where those who were more versed in their usage would be able to access them easily if they were ambushed again. Thankfully Seika didn’t need said weapons to fight, preferring the use of his own two hands and various pyrokinetic abilities and spells. He was well versed in other weapons of course, but their usage didn’t particularly appeal to him, whether it was the abundance of blood, or just the aversion to possibly cutting himself, he couldn’t tell.
Reclining back on a crate of vegetables, he let out an exhale of boredom as he idly played with a small flame he had conjured up to his hand. The small flare bounced slowly over his fingers, the sounds of horses trotting away at the dry sandstone road lulling him into an almost sleep. It was only the rustling sound of movement and a darting figure that even alerted him enough to the fact they were being watched. Moving quickly, he would scramble to alert those in his section of what he saw. It looked like he was going to see some more action soon enough.
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