The Hunting Party
"...What about the city?" He asked.
"What about it?"
"The Hunting Party is traveling this way, right? Won't that leave the citizens in its path…?"
He mostly asked this out of concern for Reno, knowing well that by the sounds of it, this Massacre-level entity was probably something beyond the likes of Oswell, by a long shot.
Vandread scratched his head, "The Hunting Party won't go through a city–not one like Elsia, at least. It's not a mindless entity–they're smart and slippery. They seem to aim for caravans and mostly small groups that're traveling the roads, not entire cities like that."
"I see…What happens if it reaches us, then?" He asked.
By now, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the carriage had rolled through Elsia's back gates, heading into the bare region as thick, forest trees neighbored the dirt road they traveled on now.
Vandread stared at him for a moment at this question, "If that's the case, we'll stand our ground."