[spoiler]I'd supposed that she'd be wearing her jacket.[/spoiler] [i]Mion would hear a horn blow, then. Two horns, after each other. The first seemed to warn of the incoming storm. But the second was followed by shouts, by marches and battle cries..[/i] [i]What was going on?[/i] [i]Mion would soon figure out, as the storm continued to draw closer, Oliver stormed throughout the tent, his longsword in hand while he pried open the entrance with his free hand. He found Mion, his breathing panicky as he looked back before he stared upon her.[/i] "Mion, I.. I need you to stay calm, okay? Do you know who the servants head to during an.. an attack?" [i]Mion knew this. Servants of all ages would retreat to assigned defenders during such an occasion, their location usually signified by the light horn blasts that they held. At least the Trayvens cared for the innocent, yet the sounds of clashing steel and cries of battle continued in the distance.[/i]