[Benedikta is nothing if not fleet-footed, the wind carrying her back when that ice flings at the ground and shatters where she was stood. One of the guards charges at her, his daggers raised, and Benedikta rolls her eyes, heeds Cid's words, and drives her sword right into his gut. Don't worry, she didn't hit any extremities and it won't kill him—the old man has gotten inside her head and she is going to have Words for him about it later. For now, she's focused on the guards, this one going down, crumpling to the ground in the pain.
She kicks him aside, giving her room to work as she lifts another off his feet and tosses him against the wall behind her, giving Cid the opportunity to do whatever it is he needs to do to incapacitate him.
She can see inside the room now, lined with crates and all manner of fabrics folded, and she calls back to him.]
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She kicks him aside, giving her room to work as she lifts another off his feet and tosses him against the wall behind her, giving Cid the opportunity to do whatever it is he needs to do to incapacitate him.
She can see inside the room now, lined with crates and all manner of fabrics folded, and she calls back to him.]
I think we've found our goods.