First, kidnapping. Then, supply boxes. Now, magic'd dead villages and colored crates.

Crates . . . with weapons? That tension in her shoulders and her neck only intensified as she counted a brand new bow, arrows, a harpoon, and then, took note of the fact one of the snares seemed broken. Everything else in perfect condition and then one broken thing, sticking out just as much a sore thumb as this decrepit village with brand new boxes. Something broken next to everything else in perfect order.

While her mind ran paces on why anyone might be sending them crates of weapons, and whether the rest of them were.

"Get those ones. I'll get these." Jo started on the box to her side of the middle one. First, the light grey flame insignia box. Then, the green flame. Both of them the same as the first one. The weapons were different, and the percentage of broken things to new things, to lightly used, to well used, was different, but that they were full of weapons the village hadn't had anywhere, in any of their buildings before now, was the same.

It's not good, and what it will bring, what it will stir up and cause, will be even less good.
Which she's pretty certain is exactly why they were given them.


Which had her subtly watching him as he opens the others.