[b][i][center]Leeson
City of Deliar at the corner of a street[/b][/i][/center]

Deliar was rather quiet today. A few merchants hawking their wares from the warm comfort of their storefronts. Leeson himself almost got himself sucked into a brothel (Almost literally), but resisted. No doubt the women in there were very beautiful, but he was not going to sully himself for five gold denars. Not that he had that sort of money anyways. He sighed quietly as he continued onwards. The streets of Deliar, for all their imperfections, was rather peaceful and serene in a sense. Almost made him want to.... Break into song. When he was certain that there wasn't anyone else but himself around, he quietly sang to himself as he walked.

[b]"When the sun rises over the eastern skies, where the the land of paradise lies, who is to sing the song of Delair? Who else but it's one true heir~"[/b] With a skip in his step he noticed a puddle ahead of him. In a faux show of athleticism, he planted the tip of his staff into the center of the puddle and vaulted himself over it without causing a splash, a simple feat that he could have done with long stride. Still he felt a sense of accomplishment from it, so he continued. [b]"If you're looking for a place of ale and knuckles, than you'll be looking for the Boot Buckle! A tawdry place of with the finest lass, who's barkeep makes you look like the ass! But where's one to go when has hasn't the stones? Back to his box! His life spent forever alone..."[/b] As Leeson continued to spew his deathly ill rhythms and lyics, he ran into two large men. From their scarred faces and bulging muscles, Leeson thought they were Legion soldiers. But they had neither uniforms nor weapons, simply a large and imposing presence that dwarfed Leeson. And Leeson had the misfortune to run into them.

Backing away, Leeson bowed his head and tried not to make eye contact. [b]"S-s-sorry, didn't mean to bump into you. I don't want any trouble-"[/b] As though they were waiting for Leeson to say that, one of the meb planted a firm hand onto his Leeson's head and made him look up. "Trouble? Who said anything 'bout trouble? Or are ya saying that you're going to bring trouble, little man?" Quite a predicament Leeson found himself in. [b]"Ah, no, I mean.... I'll just me on my way."[/b] Leeson tried to walk off, but the man's grip was tight on his hat, which was strapped underneath his chin. "Hey now, what's the hurry? Why don't you stay around, if you don't want any trouble?" [i]"Bollocks."[/i] Leeson might have to lose his hat.

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[b][i][center]Lucilia Riovas
City of Hials under a bridge[/b][/i][/center]

The debriefing was, thankfully, rather short. Or rather, it seemed that she didn't need to stay and say too much. Either it was because the guards there were quite well aware of how this process went, or very lazy. She believes in the latter, given that one of them seemed to be snoozing when she came in. Granted, the guard of Hials were disciplined and honorable; a few bad apples of the bunch defined them however. Sure, you had an army of hundred men, but that one disorderly soldier will condemn them all. She saw plenty of them back in her days up north, and her brother had a rather strict way of dealing with them: First a flogging, than an execution. Whether or not that was really allowed under Imperial Law didn't matter to him; they were soldiers first, and flawed human beings a distant fifth. Harsh, but his campaign had been mostly successful last time she was with him so he must be doing something right.

But if there was one thing Lucilia regretted doing at the guardhouse, it was not using the chance to relieve herself. Now that all the excitement was over, she now felt a force within her lower abdomen yearning to break free. She could, of course, hold it in, but when she spotted a fairly secluded bridge over a small river. she figured that she could be in and out in five minutes or less. It wouldn't be her first time having to go from fully armored to squatting over a hole to void her bowels, so she was confident that there won't be a mess.

By the time Lucilia had gotten off her horse she was already beginning to strip, but came to a halt half-way through when she reached underneath the bridge. To her misfortune, Lucilia was not alone. There was an well-armored woman underneath the bridge... Crying? What had happened to make her do this? Trying her best to put her trousers back on, Lucilia called out to the woman. [b]"Excuse me, is there something wrong madam?"[/b]