Amid the Rubble Who: Conlan Delaine and Lucressia Peron When: 9:45, 16 Matrinalis Where: The former site of Kinloch Hold Rating: R Summary: A man burdened by guilt, and a woman unburdened by a conscience discuss morality.
The first thing Conlan had done when he got down to docks, was to rouse the slack jawed onlookers at the Spoiled Princess in attempt to form a loose coalition of rescuers. Some helped, some simply walked away. As many as he could spare he told to run to the Bann Declan had mentioned, the rest he sent to collect boats and prepare beds and places of healing. Unsurprisingly, few people in a tavern were skilled at mixing herbs and poultices, but there was at least one. Creating space for actual healers to work when they arrived was paramount, and creating a means by which the survivors, (and the dead could be brought ashore quickly) He set the last group to work lashing together boats, and then laying flat boards across to make as large a ferry as they could.
Once the people were organized, Con found a boat and some rope, tied the boat to one end, and readied to row across. Tethered lines leading to and from the former tower would allow them to simply pull the wounded along without rowing or swimming.
He was already to row over, when he saw her. Part of him had hoped someone from the group would have stayed behind, perhaps Lillie, or Lalin, maybe even Declan. He would have told them not to, they had more important tasks, or at the very least, more personal. He wanted them free of this, not burdened in the way he was, he wished so much that everyone else in the group could go on, and not feel as though this was their fault. Part of him had hoped, but he knew they wouldn't. So when he saw Lucressia standing there, he was... confused, concerned. In some ways it made a twisted sense, at least with everything else he knew about her now. Maybe she'd delighted at the sight of such death, maybe she just wanted to poke him in what even he had to admit was something of a fragile emotional state, maybe she was just looking for a good time. Scratch that, she was definitely looking for a good time, the question was in what way would she qualify it.
Still, he stared in confusion, and some sense of curiosity, waiting to see exactly why she'd bothered to show up.