Adele nods slowly as she listens to Grant and Doc's report. "This hole in the hull...hmm." Adele quickly looks over at Doc. "Mister Lyrander, I have a question for you. I am not sure how high an altitude a device such as this would ordinarily occupy, but I assume that for any hole in the hull to be visible from the ground, by the unaided eye, it would have to be a fairly large hole, am I correct?"
"If the explosion came from inside the ship, then we could expect numerous pieces of the hull to have rained down across the village. I have no doubt something like that would have been made mention of by the townsfolk, so this information appears to confirm our suspicions of an external attack. In point of fact, it sounds very much like cannonshot, to me." She smiles as she rests her hand on the ivory-handled pistol at her hip. "You will have to trust me--I am very familiar with the basics of elementary ballistics."
Adele looks off to the horizon, her eyes wary. "I think we can all agree that time is of the essence, and we should be on our guard. Horace, are you prepared to lead us into the plains?"
"On our way out of town, we should all stop by the provisioner's shop and acquire some extra food and water. If there are survivors--and we should hope that there are--they will have been without supplies for several days. I pray that they at least managed to find some source of water."
Adele shoulders her pack and looks defiantly back at the group. "All ready then? Good. I suggest we move out as soon as Horace is ready. Oh, and Mister Grant? May I have a word with you?"
[SBLOCK=To Grant]"I know this may sound paranoid, Mister Grant, but we cannot rule out the possibility that someone in this village may be allied with our as-yet unknown assailants. Since Horace will be concentrating on the trail ahead of us, I would like to ask you to watch our rear. Your eyes are at least as sharp as his, and I have no wish to be caught off guard by an attack from behind."[/SBLOCK]