Reality Crisis

Fred left Sam to his guarding post; she was intent on showing the couple to the leader of the nomads. Jackson was a good guy, a very good guy. He didn't seem to mind how odd the Texan was, and he seemed okay with her going out only to bring back another person to work withing the camp. She had to hope that the new couple would be useful, or that they would be on their way if they didn't fit.

"Jackson will probably want to ask you where you'd like to be." The brainy Texan smiled. "Then again, I'm kinda everywhere. People are always everywhere. There are a few people who do the same thing over and over, but I'm not one of them. I like doing all sorts of things." Yes, this was who she was. She did like talking.

Whether or not both of them were following was...well, she hoped they were both tagging along.

The woman paced slowly back and forth as yet another group of chosen were waiting in the quarantined cells. She liked that more were passing over, and even more were coming to her city. She had heard rumors of what was happening in New Troy; that old man thought he had a right to do such things to the ones who would get them out of the delimna. Then again, the woman wasn't exactly innocent when it came to the chosen ones. She wasn't happy that she knew exactly where one of her recent acquisitions was now fighting in that man's arenas. It didn't help that the man who'd shown up with her was off doing whatever his kind did, hunting?

"Bring them to me." Belia nodded slightly to some of her men who went to collect the newcomers. She settled in her usual seat to wait. Her hands clasped before her; she looked like a ruler, the ruler. Her jaw was set. These people would stay this time. She would not let them go like the others had. She would not lose them to the Wilds or to New Troy.

"Bring water." She motioned for glasses and fresh water to be brought. She knew that the quarantined chosen would be fed, but she wanted them to feel refreshed. "Make sure their rooms are prepared."