[Now is a time for action. Even if the sounds of combat have faded, they cannot rely that they will always. Too many times the Drifter had relaxed, the immediate area cleared of hostile intentions, only for a low-pitched ululation to herald the scuttering emergence of the Crystal Wolves that moved so very quickly, that bit and tore into their blue flesh and sprayed pieces of them across the ruined stones. They moved faster than even the Drifter had been prepared to acknowledge, and they would never let their guard down like that again.]
[Particularly now, with yet another young charge in their care. The Drifter straightens, briefly consulting their map - projected from their companion in the same general way their text projects. The square they narrow in on is marked danger, at least according to the Drifter's personal abstruse key. After a moment's consideration, they nod.]
[It will offer protection. That much they can grant.]
[At a somewhat slower pace than is typical for them - Ren has taught them to move slower in the presence of children, as opposed to their usual brisk trot - they begin to lead confidently.]
no subject
[Particularly now, with yet another young charge in their care. The Drifter straightens, briefly consulting their map - projected from their companion in the same general way their text projects. The square they narrow in on is marked danger, at least according to the Drifter's personal abstruse key. After a moment's consideration, they nod.]
[It will offer protection. That much they can grant.]
[At a somewhat slower pace than is typical for them - Ren has taught them to move slower in the presence of children, as opposed to their usual brisk trot - they begin to lead confidently.]
this way