Dash: -to Starling- Still. If I had tried to carry that skull - which, need I remind you, is what we came here for, I probably would have gone insane.
Mitch: Funny. I don't remember anything of the sort.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-a'right, let's try this again-
-After a couple days hiding in the shadows (or something)-
-Ringabel is once again around-
-this time, though (because I can't seem to introduce enough characters), he's walking towards camp, carrying a girl in his arms,
◊ who currently appears to be unconscious-
Ringabel: "I halfway expected this to happen at some point, but not like this. Good grief."
"Helloooooooo! Assistance is — ngh, a fine dress, but heavy, my dear — requested!"
Be kind.Mitch: Eh. Probably, yeah.
Oh, hey Genion! Long time, no see!
Dash: -turns to see Ringabel-
Whoa. Alright, hold on!
-Dash heads out to assist-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ringabel: -looks over, sees Dash, and gives a strained — but wide — grin- "Ah! Another pretty face to help me with this one! Aren't I the luckiest man alive? Be a dear and help me get this poor dear someplace where she can lie down in the cool, would you?"
"I found her lying in the sand during one of my morning strolls. She didn't look as if she'd been there long, so I took it upon myself to be a fine gentleman and bring her back here on my own. I underestimated how heavy a sand-logged dress could be, unfortunately."
Be kind.Dash: Come on, let's rearrange her, get her arms around our shoulders. Wounded man's carry.
Mitch: -to Genion- How's it been?
-to Longram- Oh, boy. More grizzled veterans!
I'd say I've had a... well, I was fighting a war, so fuck it, long history it is.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ringabel: "Of course! Here, you take this arm..."
-he gently lets the girl's feet into the sand and puts one of her arms around his shoulders- "Judging by her dress, I'd say this woman is not from this world either, wouldn't you? Who knows how long the poor girl was wandering in that desert..."
Be kind.Mitch: -to Genion- Huh. Weird.
-to Longram- Ask any soldier if they're doing what's right, I guarantee you they'll say yes.
Dash: -grabs the girl's other arm-
Doesn't look like it's been too long. Only one way to find out.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ringabel: "Indeed! Where do you suggest we lay her down? You know this camp better than I, I assume."
-as Dash and Ringabel are escorting the girl to, presumably, a tent for her to rest in, she begins to almost inaudibly mumble-
-some choice words that are easier to hear: "crystals," "tiz," (whatever the hell that is) and "save," the latter word clearly being part of a phrase with the rest of the phrase being too quiet to hear-
Be kind.

Mitch: Huh. Who'm I impersonating?
Dash: Jesus Christ. I don't think I could have stood trying to hold that. O_o
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."