To be clear, Lucy looked both ways before crossing the street.
But the corner to her left had a lot of foliage, so the visibility in that direction wasn’t great. Even so, whoever was driving that truck was clearly driving recklessly.
Yaaaaay. Thank—Iomedae, maybe? Man, if gods really exist, locally, she should investigate that. Maybe she should savescum asking people insanely basic theology questions.
Not right now, though.
“Demons,” she says, lurching upwards as soon as she feels well enough, and grabbing hold of Terendelev’s wrist beseechingly. “Lots of them—coming soon—Deskari is coming. Deskari himself is coming.”
That has both Terendelev and Hulrun’s attention on her immediately. “How do you know this?” the Prelate demands.
“The whole story would take too long—I was captured by demons—” probably, somehow, “—I don’t know how I got away—” not exactly false, it is in fact super weird for three demons to carry her to safety on a stretcher “—I mean I guess if there’s some obvious thing to, to divert resources from, to prepare for an attack, don’t do that in case I’m a planted diversion or something, but—”
“Very.” If he doesn’t she’s going to load from save again and start trying to do science about under what conditions he does or does not show up. Or possibly conclude once again that she’s dreaming, but if she is then this isn’t happening anyway, so.
Hhhhhhhow long did Lucy spend glaring at rock, um.
“I—soon—I don’t know exactly how many minutes, but—”
He nods.
The festival is a plausibly tempting target for demons, after all; Hulrun had been opposed to holding it, but he was overruled.
“My men will begin evacuating the square.”
Okay…so…
If trying this doesn’t work out, she can totally just come back to this save and do something else. She doesn’t need to feel nervous about her choices because consequences don’t exist.
“Um, there’s another—thing—about my weird abilities, can I show you?” she asks Terendelev.
They are very lucky to have a silver dragon on their side. This is objectively true and he needs to keep reminding himself of it. Even if she has the security mindset of a lantern archon.
“You know, I am also confused? But, uh, where I’m from, there’s a fictional genre involving interacting with the world through weird numerical systems, and, uh, I didn’t think that was a kind of magic people could actually do, but I…seem to have it, now?”