[PQ] Whitebrim Waystation

It was a good idea. A great one even. While it takes a lot of effort and she finds her arms aching with each window carried, Cordelia doesn’t slow. Not even when one of them cracks, earning a series of colorful curses from her lips. The offer of help is appreciated and she gives a small nod, allowing him to take the windows from her half way, cutting the work in half. A set up that goes well until the threat of an Ursur about ruins the whole thing. Narrowing her eyes in the direction it’s coming from, Cordelia draws her bow, readying herself to shoot should it come into range. ”This won’t do as much damage as Deimos, but it’ll slow it down.” The attuned calls out, taking aim for one of its eyes as she releases the arrow. Cordelia moves windows and then tries to shoot their unwelcome guest in the eye. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run