Starling/Magpie.
If any of his other Guildmates had made such a declaration, they would’ve received a raised eyebrow and a skeptical look. The “Bard’s Guild” was not known for its altruism; they were known for scattering like rats when crisis struck, hiding where they could and taking advantage of the confusion for their own monetary gain. They didn’t rush at gargantuan creatures with their blades out or venture closer for a better look, not with something that size.
But this was different. This was Starling. So while Redwald wanted to open his mouth in protest, he simply nodded in response, cringing as the armor of the creature groaned and creaked. The slick cobblestones under his feet trembled as it moved and all Red wanted to do in that moment was flee. He had no interest in corralling bystanders to safety — the heroics could be left to someone more durable.
He didn’t voice any of these thoughts. Because that’s all they were: thoughts he wasn’t going to act on, thoughts he would never voice to one of his comrades. “Be safe. Faram is with you, Starling," he began in a low tone, with words that would instill Bravery in the older woman. “Receive your power from Him and His mighty strength.”