[Sigmund would love to be helping to get these monsters under control, he really would. It's been far too long since he's had a proper fight. Unfortunately, that is going to have to wait a while, because certain nine year old girls in his care pick the worst times possible to run off. This child is going to worry him to death. Which means that, at the moment, he is searching every last inch of the village, attempting to not look like he's not in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. He may just be in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. It's not even a big village! It shouldn't be this difficult to find her!
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
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...Oh. It's Edward. He has a suspicion that this won't be good news.]
....Is that what he thinks it is.]
My lord! ...What... is that following you...?
[But Ed better not have come all the way out here and stopped him just to ask about the Hydrake. This is wasting time he could be spent searching. Ed has about half a minute to start a good explanation, or he's leaving.]
Pointing back towards their house now, because HOLY HELL DRAGON]
My lord, there is a creature attacking the house! We need to get back!
Then move! [And fast, if Edward wants to catch up to Sigmund before he gets there.]
WHY THE HELL IS A DRAGON SMASHING HIS HOUSE AND WHY DOES IT HAVE ARMOR]
Edward doesn't even have time to boggle over how COOL it looks, because hello, dragon, and- ...goodbye, Svala's room. Oh dear.]
He jumps up to the porch roof, and then what's left of the actual roof, and then makes an impressive leap at the creature's head. With any luck, he is going to plant his sword right in this dragon's eyeball. There is a line, Oh Scaly Destroyer of Houses, and you have crossed it.]
Ah well. Yo, Sigmund. There's a group of zombies that have taken a liking to that Hydrake. One of them has started a small (but controlled!) fire, while two more move to capture the little Hydrake with the intention of roasting him. WHAT DO YOU DO.
Oh, and there's probably a skeleton around here somewhere. Hiding and whatnot. >.>]
Sigmund takes advantage of that distraction to launch an attack of his own, leaping high into the air. Bet these zombies weren't expecting DEATH FROM ABOVE. They're all getting a facefull of shield and sword from 8 feet in the air.
There may or may not be a detached zombie head rolling to a stop near Brook's hiding place very soon.]
GYAH! ZOMBIES!
[Luckily though, since it is a zombie, he knows just what to do with it. Jumping from his hiding spot, he throws a small bundle of salt into the zombies mouth, as well as the gaping maw of the one that came to help it. Their skin begins to shrivel as inky shadows spill from their mouths, and they drop dead to the ground.
...granted, this would look much more badass if Brook weren't shrieking like a girl as he did it.]
-and stops. They have skeleton monsters where he's from. They aren't friendly. They... usually also aren't squealing about zombies, and tend to not have that much hair. He shifts his grip on his sword uncertainly.
What do?]
Don't mind him just stopping to watch the Hydrake derp along. There's something hilarious about someone like Sigmund being followed by something that looks like a flying, squeaking plush toy.]
... Sir Sigmund?
I've no time to chat.
Is something wrong?
My squire has gone missing. [Technically. She left a note. Sort of.]
I see. When was the last time you saw them, and did they say where they were going?
She left a note that she was going to go fight. She's nine.
[His frown deepens as he quickens his pace. That's just a little girl... And even if she's armed or has skills with magic, a child out amongst all of this fighting monsters is a worrisome thought indeed.]
What does she look like?
[He'll pull out his journal and start scribbling a brief note in it while he jogs.]
If there is anyone who will be able to find her, it's Naoki. I'll leave a message for him to keep an eye out for her around the village.
I- My thanks.