"What the hell?!" [url=https://fireemblem.gamepress.gg/sites/fireemblem/files/styles/300h/public/2017-11/Dorcas.png?itok=Ic6-cUSp]The man[/url] who noticed the pilot was at the moment, was chopping lumber for the tavern, and was then rudely interrupted by a massive flaming ship bursting out of the sky and into perfectly good firewood. He was tall, three inches over six feet, and had the muscle mass to match. He held a large axe in his hand, double and thick blades, and with a short handle. It was too short of a handle to be reliably two handed, but could be easily wielded in one hand. Other than that, a large sack of wood was flung over his shoulder. Upon seeing the ship, he dropped the bag with a silent reminder to apologize to his wife, and ran axe in hand towards the wreckage. Not seeing the girl, he chose to run towards the ship, thinking the pilot was still inside. Quickly finding out there was no one there, he began looking around perhaps for a grim sight of a flung body- or a more hopeful situation.