In Difficult Times

[Musteadus]

Everyone and their mother had seemed to hear about the Rogues triumph against the Blackblood Legion, from crashing the palace walls in and claiming the kingdom as their own, to the growing distrust in the common folk surrounding the area. Some people had fled while others came in to see and assess what had happened. One of those beings, though she wasn't very interested in the war itself, was a satyr witch by the name of Musteadus. The words of the war had carried far, even to her little neck of the woods, so she had come to Agrabah herself to see what was going down.

To no surprise things were in shambles concerning the palace. The Rogues had done some serious damage but it looked as though their members were accessing what they could do with it. Would they make it another base of operations? Perhaps. This faction seemed extremely tenacious when it came to over coming territory and conquering. It was enough to leave the satyr on edge. Perhaps she should not have come here but she was just a guest, she had no affiliation with any army. All she wanted to do was provided for those that had little. Especially in these times.

And if she were honest with how the markets in the town were reluctant to open up, these folks might be needing food soon.

Nervously Musteadus carried herself down the long pathway toward the palace watching as people heavily minded their own business. A frown pulling at the corner of her lips right up until-

THUD!

Right into someone. She let out a surprised squeak as her rump hit the sand; eyes looking owlishly before she turned her gaze up towards who she ran into. "O-oh my- I am so sorry-" She quickly apologized, she was quick to raise back on her hooves. Her hands brushing sand from her pants and then offering to help the other up. She was not a very big woman, but being half oryx she was an incredibly strong little bundle of muscle. "Are you alright?"

[Emily]

To say that Agrabah had been thoroughly trashed would be the understatement of the century in Emily's mind. The city streets were practically nothing but rubble and broken items left as the population had fled for their lives. Of course, the Rogues were not so callous as to let innocent people die to get at their real targets but it was quite clear that not everyone had made it out of Agrabah before the storm had broken on it. Clopin had yet to decide what was to be done with the city beyond getting it back into semi-respectable shape. You break it, you bought it, seemed to be the feeling there. Of course, their forces could only do so much on their own and those who had fled were reluctant to come home and for that the alien didn't blame them.

She'd seen this all before on a different world in what seemed like a lifetime ago when she was a child, she knew war was never pretty or clean.

Her thoughts of the past were broken however when she walked straight into someone, unseeing as she moved through the streets to check on how the crews were getting along with clearing and repairing what they could. She didn't fall, unlike her victim, instead staggering back a few steps as she broke out of her trance to see the person...were those deer legs?

"It's fine." she mumbled, her mind still light years away, shrugging off the concern the other person...goat...thing had "No harm, no foul."

After all, a bump on the street was nothing when she had just survived an all-out siege, it would take a lot more than that to put her down. Still, she did feel a pang of guilt over not watching where she had been going and so she asked

"You need help getting somewhere? I can walk you to the big palace up there if that's where you need to go. They're not letting a lot of people in...for reasons." she jabbed her thumb behind her at the semi-destroyed building. Some of its walls had completely collapsed and were nothing but a heap of rubble and the biggest dome had half of it missing, caved in by a well placed shot from a trebuchet.