#// this is old but a certain clown signed my permission slip to reply to this uwu

[rykardthebarbarian]

Leaving home was difficult, even if the place that you once called home hated you. The Barbarian aimed to keep himself busy, his thoughts raced when his body was idle. Uncertainty of what the future held in store for him, as well as his fellow refugees, slowly chipped away at his resolve. Rykard was currently constructing another temporary structure, sinking thick straight branches into the earth to form a frame that he lashed together with vines. A worn sheet of canvas was thrown over the structure and he began hammering in stakes to keep it from blowing away. He heard someone speak to him and could feel the eyes of other refugees and Haven residents alike burning into his back as they awaited how he would respond to their queen. "We're running low on rope to secure the tents with," He reported, turning around to face her. "Thank you," he began, "For offering us Iskarans shelter." Seeing Aurea out here amongst the refugees gave him hope, albeit it was a bit jarring to witness this region's ruler directly involving herself with helping the sick and wounded. He certainly was not in Iskaldrik anymore.

"I heard rumors that this place is a safe haven for wolves," Even when there was no need to hide his true nature anymore, his voice still dropped a few octaves at the word wolves, but he spared a paranoid glance over his shoulder. It felt like a massive boulder was lifted off his chest just by speaking those words aloud, so he kept going. "This is all very new to me. Back in Iskaldrik, seeing the wolf dream is considered a curse, not a blessing."

Location: Haven, at the Fairgrounds amongst all the shelters and medical tents Person: Open to Refugees/Those helpin' out "Can I get you anything? Are you settled?" There's a ridiculous amount of hustle and bustle going on but it seems to be a well oiled machine at least in terms of her wolves. She can feel it, the unity amongst all of them to just help. It's not something easy, the Iskaran's don't all take too kindly to her people but that doesn't stop her from speaking to those she can as she moves from tent to tent. There's much diplomacy to be done and she'll get to it, people have been coming to her all day, but she's left a lot delegated until she help take inventory of everyone and everything. She's a queen dammit, if she would rather visit medical tents and make sure the refugees had food and shelter, she damn well would.