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Sam eyed her "bed roll" before looking at Raquelle and matching her sweet smile, though there was contempt in her gaze. "Your Highness is too good and kind," she said, biting back the sarcasm at the last moment. But she didn't think Raquelle cared much anyway since she immediately wished her good night and blew out the candle before settling down onto her mattress and blankets. Sam made a face as she considered the girl and noted that she was still in her fine dress. But she decided not to say anything about it.
She knelt down on the blanket she had been given ad set Dorothea back down on the floor. The princess stated her distaste for being carried and Sam felt herself smile just a little. "You have to keep up one way or another," she replied in barely a whisper. There was no way that Raquelle could have fallen asleep that fast. She rubbed the blanket between her fingers as Dorothea spoke and stated her intention to sleep elsewhere. She nodded in understanding and cast a glance over her shoulder to where Raquelle was lying on the other end of the tent before looking back at Dorothea. "Just be careful," she said quietly and gave her another smile.
When Dorothea left the tent Sam tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. It was a struggle. The ground was hard and the night was cold, which the blanket did little to protect her from. Sam looked over at Raquelle with an annoyed expression but did not say anything. She wouldn't give the other princess the satisfaction of her complaints. So Sam bundled up as much as she could under the blanket, rested her head on her arm, and closed her eyes despite the fact that she doubted she would fall asleep anytime soon. It was going to be a long night.
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Nora spun around when she heard the woman's shout out with glee, and got to watch as the Doctor banged her head while getting up and out from under the desk. She winced at the sound and leaned forward a little, half tempted to ask if she was all right. But soon the woman had emerged, looking perfectly fine beyond the sore spot she was rubbing. In her other hand she was carrying a thin metal object that Nora recognized from the car trip. She was about to ask what it was but the Doctor was speaking into the microphone, and through the door she could hear a louder echoing of her words playing through the speakers all over the warehouse.
She could also hear the Torx controlled people's surprised outbursts at the Doctor's words and reached out to lock the door. Just in case. It was a good thing because the ones who had been just outside and knew where the PA system in the building was located started twisting at the doorknob. Nora looked away from the door to see the Doctor waving at her and she immediately moved forward and thrust the tracker doohickey into her hands. "You're sure this is going to work?" she asked, only half wary while. The other half was almost daring herself to hope.
She could also hear the Torx controlled people's surprised outbursts at the Doctor's words and reached out to lock the door. Just in case. It was a good thing because the ones who had been just outside and knew where the PA system in the building was located started twisting at the doorknob. Nora looked away from the door to see the Doctor waving at her and she immediately moved forward and thrust the tracker doohickey into her hands. "You're sure this is going to work?" she asked, only half wary while. The other half was almost daring herself to hope.
"Ha!" Sam exclaimed in a triumphant voice as he laughed, turning around to look at him with a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eyes. "I did it! I knew I could make you laugh." She stuck her tongue between her teeth for a moment before laughing herself. "But seriously," she continued, in a tone that indicated she wasn't being serious at all, "putting me in a dress is going too far." Sam chuckled for a moment more before looking away from him and back to the trees. When he told her that she would be "enormously ungrateful" rather than horrible she started smiling again. "Oh yeah. That's me in a nutshell. Especially if you ask my parents." When he mentioned that most women in the country would love to receive this invitation Sam shrugged. "I'm not from this country," she reasoned in a casual tone.
At his insinuation that she would try escaping if she were to sneak out of the tent that night Sam scoffed. "Yes, because the last time I tried running through the creature filled forest at night with no sense of direction worked out so well for me." She smiled wryly. "No, that wasn't what I was thinking. Besides I couldn't leave Dorothea and I don't think she's going anywhere." She glanced back at where Dorothea was purring on Liam's lap and smiled fondly. "I was just thinking of sneaking off to find another place in the camp to sleep, like another tent or something. I don't think she really wants me there anyway." She glanced down at the ground, folding her arms over her chest and shaking her head gently. "Would hate to be be any place where I'm not wanted." She fell silent for several moments, just staring out into the dark trees her eyes slightly narrowed pensively as she chewed on her lip. Sam was brought back to reality when she heard Raquelle's laughter and looked back over to the campfire to see the girl holding Dorothea. Who didn't look happy. "Yikes. Looks like I have to go save the princess." She paused after a couple of steps to glance back at him. "Goodnight August."
Liam was watching Raquelle cooing at the cat with a somewhat perplexed expression and glanced down to where the cat had positioned the spoons into a right angle. He tilted his head slightly. A right angle? Or an L? Before he could delve deeper into this thought Samantha appeared. "Thank you so much for looking after for me, Your Highness," the red headed girl said, smiling at Liam and then at Raquelle as she pulled the black and white cat from the princess's arms. "But it's getting late and it's been such a long day. I think it's time that we got some shut eye."
Clearing his throat Liam stood and brushed dust from his clothes. "Couldn't agree more, Samantha. We all had a long day and tomorrow might be even longer. I think I'll turn in for the night, as well." He nodded to Will, who rose up beside him, and then smiled at the pair of girls and the one cat. His smile to Raquelle was slightly more stiff, though just as polite. "Goodnight Samantha. Raquelle. Get some rest." With another nod and smile he turned and left them Will nodded respectfully at Raquelle and Samantha, the latter of whom he smiled at, before turning to follow his friend to the tent they were sharing.
At his insinuation that she would try escaping if she were to sneak out of the tent that night Sam scoffed. "Yes, because the last time I tried running through the creature filled forest at night with no sense of direction worked out so well for me." She smiled wryly. "No, that wasn't what I was thinking. Besides I couldn't leave Dorothea and I don't think she's going anywhere." She glanced back at where Dorothea was purring on Liam's lap and smiled fondly. "I was just thinking of sneaking off to find another place in the camp to sleep, like another tent or something. I don't think she really wants me there anyway." She glanced down at the ground, folding her arms over her chest and shaking her head gently. "Would hate to be be any place where I'm not wanted." She fell silent for several moments, just staring out into the dark trees her eyes slightly narrowed pensively as she chewed on her lip. Sam was brought back to reality when she heard Raquelle's laughter and looked back over to the campfire to see the girl holding Dorothea. Who didn't look happy. "Yikes. Looks like I have to go save the princess." She paused after a couple of steps to glance back at him. "Goodnight August."
Liam was watching Raquelle cooing at the cat with a somewhat perplexed expression and glanced down to where the cat had positioned the spoons into a right angle. He tilted his head slightly. A right angle? Or an L? Before he could delve deeper into this thought Samantha appeared. "Thank you so much for looking after for me, Your Highness," the red headed girl said, smiling at Liam and then at Raquelle as she pulled the black and white cat from the princess's arms. "But it's getting late and it's been such a long day. I think it's time that we got some shut eye."
Clearing his throat Liam stood and brushed dust from his clothes. "Couldn't agree more, Samantha. We all had a long day and tomorrow might be even longer. I think I'll turn in for the night, as well." He nodded to Will, who rose up beside him, and then smiled at the pair of girls and the one cat. His smile to Raquelle was slightly more stiff, though just as polite. "Goodnight Samantha. Raquelle. Get some rest." With another nod and smile he turned and left them Will nodded respectfully at Raquelle and Samantha, the latter of whom he smiled at, before turning to follow his friend to the tent they were sharing.
Sam let herself smile, amused at Dorothea's suspicious squint. "Don't worry, Your Highness. I'm not going to steal your boyfriend." Anyway what good would taking an interest in a young man from this world do? It wasn't like it could possibly work out. She wasn't supposed to exist here, and she would have to go back to where she belonged. Ideally, anyway. Sam knew that she had a long way to go before she could go home again, and despite Dorothea' assurances she still felt like she could be stuck here forever. She didn't let her worries show on her face. "But you're right. He is something. I'm saying this in a completely platonic way." She was teasing the girl, of course. As if she would actually try anything with Liam. Sam didn't see herself ending up with a Prince Charming type.
Dorothea herself was noticeably happier after spending time with her love, even if he hadn't known it was her. Sam glanced over to where Raquelle was overseeing her tent as Dorothea talked about her. "Yeah your sister seems like a real peach." At the mention of spending a night with her Sam just shrugged. "It's alright. I can handle it. Even the 'grooming.'" She shuddered to think what that would mean for her. "But I'm sure we'll have so much in common and so much to talk about." At the mention of the farm Sam just turned her head to look in its general direction. "Maybe? And maybe we could convince him. But we don't know where the dwarves are anyway. I think I might have an easier time doing the convincing in Verinia. Where we won't be surrounded by people who have been bewitched to not hear you."
She asked about the Marshal and Sam didn't respond for a moment. Her eyes sought out where August was giving some sort of orders and she took a breath. She wanted to tell, but she had promised to keep his secrets and be his confidante. "Nothing much. Small talk mostly. Don't worry about it Aug -- the Marshal didn't have a lot to say. I wouldn't have spoken to him at all but we shared a horse. Mostly I just berated him for kidnapping me in the first place." She smiled, as though it was nothing, and she wasn't sure how convincing she was. But when Liam announced that stew was ready she hoped that she could get Dorothea's mind off of it. She paused by where the prince was sitting on a blanket by the fire with a bowl in his lap. His friend Will was on one side and, naturally, Raquelle was on the other. Eyes sparkling at the added bonus of irritating Raquelle, Sam asked the prince if he would like to watch her cat for a while, since Lea (she had nearly forgotten the fake name she had given Dorothea) had taken to him.
Liam was glad to accept, setting the bowl aside to take the affectionate fur ball. He smiled, barely noting how much better he felt when the cat was near, and, after nodding to Samantha when she walked away, he went back to conversing with Will. Will was doing a much better job at soothing his worries than Raquelle. Her constant attention was making him noticeably uncomfortable.
Sam, meanwhile, was not feeling particularly hungry. She had a feeling that stew was going to be a common meal while on this journey and she didn't want to grow tired of it too quickly. She wandered for a bit, eyeing the strange faces. They all nodded respectfully to her, but there were too many new people at once and she didn't feel up to making friends just now. Sam found herself coming to a half beside August as he stood watch. She had her thumbs hooked into the pockets of her jeans and she was silent for a few moments, glancing over at him a couple of times. "Looking for any trouble out there?" she said in a conversational tone. She glanced over to where Raquelle was hovering next to Liam and made a face. "I'm concerned about the trouble in there. Tell me honestly. Would it be horrible of me if I tried to escape the tent sometime in the middle of the night?"
Dorothea herself was noticeably happier after spending time with her love, even if he hadn't known it was her. Sam glanced over to where Raquelle was overseeing her tent as Dorothea talked about her. "Yeah your sister seems like a real peach." At the mention of spending a night with her Sam just shrugged. "It's alright. I can handle it. Even the 'grooming.'" She shuddered to think what that would mean for her. "But I'm sure we'll have so much in common and so much to talk about." At the mention of the farm Sam just turned her head to look in its general direction. "Maybe? And maybe we could convince him. But we don't know where the dwarves are anyway. I think I might have an easier time doing the convincing in Verinia. Where we won't be surrounded by people who have been bewitched to not hear you."
She asked about the Marshal and Sam didn't respond for a moment. Her eyes sought out where August was giving some sort of orders and she took a breath. She wanted to tell, but she had promised to keep his secrets and be his confidante. "Nothing much. Small talk mostly. Don't worry about it Aug -- the Marshal didn't have a lot to say. I wouldn't have spoken to him at all but we shared a horse. Mostly I just berated him for kidnapping me in the first place." She smiled, as though it was nothing, and she wasn't sure how convincing she was. But when Liam announced that stew was ready she hoped that she could get Dorothea's mind off of it. She paused by where the prince was sitting on a blanket by the fire with a bowl in his lap. His friend Will was on one side and, naturally, Raquelle was on the other. Eyes sparkling at the added bonus of irritating Raquelle, Sam asked the prince if he would like to watch her cat for a while, since Lea (she had nearly forgotten the fake name she had given Dorothea) had taken to him.
Liam was glad to accept, setting the bowl aside to take the affectionate fur ball. He smiled, barely noting how much better he felt when the cat was near, and, after nodding to Samantha when she walked away, he went back to conversing with Will. Will was doing a much better job at soothing his worries than Raquelle. Her constant attention was making him noticeably uncomfortable.
Sam, meanwhile, was not feeling particularly hungry. She had a feeling that stew was going to be a common meal while on this journey and she didn't want to grow tired of it too quickly. She wandered for a bit, eyeing the strange faces. They all nodded respectfully to her, but there were too many new people at once and she didn't feel up to making friends just now. Sam found herself coming to a half beside August as he stood watch. She had her thumbs hooked into the pockets of her jeans and she was silent for a few moments, glancing over at him a couple of times. "Looking for any trouble out there?" she said in a conversational tone. She glanced over to where Raquelle was hovering next to Liam and made a face. "I'm concerned about the trouble in there. Tell me honestly. Would it be horrible of me if I tried to escape the tent sometime in the middle of the night?"
Nora took the device as it was handed to her, sighing a bit that this plan was going to be harder than they had originally thought. Luckily the Doctor seemed to be a whiz at mechanics. Well at least Nora hoped she was. As she looked at the device in her hands she noticed, not for the first time, how slapped together it looked. But it worked? So hopefully the woman could make the PA system work, too. Then they could finish up here, get back to the TARDIS and Evie and maybe make it to the wedding on time. What a day.
She turned towards the door. She had closed it to give them some privacy, so no one should know they were there. But if more Torx started wandering down the hallway and saw a bunch of unconscious, unTorxed humans they'd probably start looking into it. Which might call for a room by room search of this warehouse. She kept her finger close to the button in case she had to use it. "So, do they have a leader?" she said in a conversational tone to the other woman. She didn't take her eyes away from the door as she spoke. "Like they're the worker bees and there's a queen bee type of thing?"
She could hear movement from outside and tensed a little. Either the humans were starting to stir or more Torx were coming their way.
She turned towards the door. She had closed it to give them some privacy, so no one should know they were there. But if more Torx started wandering down the hallway and saw a bunch of unconscious, unTorxed humans they'd probably start looking into it. Which might call for a room by room search of this warehouse. She kept her finger close to the button in case she had to use it. "So, do they have a leader?" she said in a conversational tone to the other woman. She didn't take her eyes away from the door as she spoke. "Like they're the worker bees and there's a queen bee type of thing?"
She could hear movement from outside and tensed a little. Either the humans were starting to stir or more Torx were coming their way.
Nora peered down the hall where several people that she could only assume were controlled by Torx were milling about. She hesitated, but when she saw the Doctor striding down the hall without a pause she was quick to follow. The sound filled the air and she could see it affecting the people ahead as they convulsed and their Torx controller was presumably eradicated.
She glanced up at the PA system when the other woman pointed it out to her and she nodded when she was told the plan. Her gaze lowered and she saw that doors lined the hall. Nora nodded her head in agreement and moved forward, past the figures that probably would have tried grabbing her if that noise from the Doctor's tracking device hadn't been ringing through the air. she started opening doors and glancing inside the rooms. Mostly she just saw empty storage closets, a lot like the one she had been tossed in. She closed the doors as she went off to look at the next ones and it took a while for her to finally open a door and smile when she saw what was inside.
"Doctor!" Nora called out, looking over to find the other woman with her gaze. Her smile widened when she saw her. "I think i found it." She looked back through the doorway to a room that looked like the main office, or a control room. She just hoped the PA system was still operational.
She glanced up at the PA system when the other woman pointed it out to her and she nodded when she was told the plan. Her gaze lowered and she saw that doors lined the hall. Nora nodded her head in agreement and moved forward, past the figures that probably would have tried grabbing her if that noise from the Doctor's tracking device hadn't been ringing through the air. she started opening doors and glancing inside the rooms. Mostly she just saw empty storage closets, a lot like the one she had been tossed in. She closed the doors as she went off to look at the next ones and it took a while for her to finally open a door and smile when she saw what was inside.
"Doctor!" Nora called out, looking over to find the other woman with her gaze. Her smile widened when she saw her. "I think i found it." She looked back through the doorway to a room that looked like the main office, or a control room. She just hoped the PA system was still operational.
Both Sam and Liam were silent during this verbal sparring match between Raquelle and August. Sam had been going to respond that she didn't mind camping when Raquelle basically stated that she would accompany her to the farm. If the knowledge that she was the queen's daughter that was going along with her mother's plans wasn't enough to make Sam dislike Raquelle, then this little tantrum would do it. But she didn't get a chance to respond before August responded in a rough growl. Sam had seen the way his two henchmen from the day behaved after being on the receiving end of one of his growls, but Raquelle didn't back down. She literally ordered him to shut up.
That was when Liam couldn't stay silent anymore. "Raquelle!" he snapped, eyes flashing.
Sam had no idea if his outburst affected the other girl at all, but she seemed to resign herself to camping. She looked away from the other princess, hiding her expression until Raquelle said that she could stay in her tent. Sam turned her head with her eyebrows furrowed a little as she looked at Raquelle. At the promise of grooming she forced her expression to remain passive (Sam was not fond of makeovers) and the idea of having servants was almost too unthinkable for her. She leaned back from the giggling girl and forced a smile. "Yeah, it sounds great. Like a sleepover. What fun." She didn't want to be left alone with this girl. She'd sleep with the men if she had to. But she didn't think openly saying so would be wise.
Liam watched the exchange a bit nervously and he managed to laugh, though it sounded hesitant. "There now. I'm glad that's all settled. Marshal, ladies, erm, shall we?" He started off again, leading what remained of the party to the clearing Will had spotted, and where he and the rest of the company were setting up tents and starting a fire. Liam dismounted and handed the reins to the man who had been put in charge of the horses. He picked up Samantha's cat and carried her until the girl had been helped down from the horse she had been riding. "You have a very friendly cat, Samantha," Liam said with a smile as he handed her back to the girl. "Is it alright if I call you Samantha?"
Sam had taken Dorothea back, though she suspected that she wouldn't want to be separated from Liam. She wanted to tell him that she preferred Sam, but she remembered how August had told her the fact that the short version was considered a man's name. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. "Yes. Samantha's fine."
The prince nodded, his smile cheerful. "Good. I should go see about getting some dinner started. Excuse me." He nodded before turning and going over to the fire.
That was when Liam couldn't stay silent anymore. "Raquelle!" he snapped, eyes flashing.
Sam had no idea if his outburst affected the other girl at all, but she seemed to resign herself to camping. She looked away from the other princess, hiding her expression until Raquelle said that she could stay in her tent. Sam turned her head with her eyebrows furrowed a little as she looked at Raquelle. At the promise of grooming she forced her expression to remain passive (Sam was not fond of makeovers) and the idea of having servants was almost too unthinkable for her. She leaned back from the giggling girl and forced a smile. "Yeah, it sounds great. Like a sleepover. What fun." She didn't want to be left alone with this girl. She'd sleep with the men if she had to. But she didn't think openly saying so would be wise.
Liam watched the exchange a bit nervously and he managed to laugh, though it sounded hesitant. "There now. I'm glad that's all settled. Marshal, ladies, erm, shall we?" He started off again, leading what remained of the party to the clearing Will had spotted, and where he and the rest of the company were setting up tents and starting a fire. Liam dismounted and handed the reins to the man who had been put in charge of the horses. He picked up Samantha's cat and carried her until the girl had been helped down from the horse she had been riding. "You have a very friendly cat, Samantha," Liam said with a smile as he handed her back to the girl. "Is it alright if I call you Samantha?"
Sam had taken Dorothea back, though she suspected that she wouldn't want to be separated from Liam. She wanted to tell him that she preferred Sam, but she remembered how August had told her the fact that the short version was considered a man's name. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. "Yes. Samantha's fine."
The prince nodded, his smile cheerful. "Good. I should go see about getting some dinner started. Excuse me." He nodded before turning and going over to the fire.
August had suddenly kicked the horse forward, and a surprised gasp emitted from Sam's lips. She felt her arms wrap tighter around him, clinging to him more firmly to keep herself from slipping off and falling to the ground. It was a stupid though, probably, but she thought it looked like a long way down. "What's going on?" she asked, peering over his shoulder to see the house and barn at the end of the path ahead. She remembered how the dwarves had been originally leading them towards a horse farm, ad she wondered if that could be it. From the way August seemed to be hurrying to the prince she guessed that it was.
Liam looked over as he heard the sound of a horse fast approaching and saw the Marshal slide up between him and Raquelle. Samantha was sitting behind him, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist. The prince listened to the Marshal's comments and frowned a bit. He didn't like the thought that all of the people of Verinia were enemies or couldn't be trusted, not when it was likely the the people behind this were not acting in the name of the kingdom, but independently. But his points about how it would look for another kingdom's regiment to approach a far, a home, at night... If it had been an inn it would have been different.
"You're right, as usual Marshal," Liam said agreeably, bringing the company to a halt. "I'm sorry, Raquelle. But I'm going to trust the Marshal about this. If this was an inn we may have been able to find shelter here. But at a farm... We can't appear hostile, nor can I ask the family who lives here to provide for us. We will camp, as originally planned." The guards looked slightly crestfallen at the lack of a proper meal, but they were prepared to camp if necessary and were agreeable.
"I saw a clearing a little further along the main road," Will said, and at Liam's nod of approval he led the men who were carrying the camping supplies and set off back towards the King's Road to set up their camp.
The prince busied himself with getting the party turned back around and trotting off away from the farm. "Raquelle," he began, almost hesitant to ask the question. "Would you mind if Samantha shared your tent? I can't just make her sleep in the tents with the guards."
Liam looked over as he heard the sound of a horse fast approaching and saw the Marshal slide up between him and Raquelle. Samantha was sitting behind him, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist. The prince listened to the Marshal's comments and frowned a bit. He didn't like the thought that all of the people of Verinia were enemies or couldn't be trusted, not when it was likely the the people behind this were not acting in the name of the kingdom, but independently. But his points about how it would look for another kingdom's regiment to approach a far, a home, at night... If it had been an inn it would have been different.
"You're right, as usual Marshal," Liam said agreeably, bringing the company to a halt. "I'm sorry, Raquelle. But I'm going to trust the Marshal about this. If this was an inn we may have been able to find shelter here. But at a farm... We can't appear hostile, nor can I ask the family who lives here to provide for us. We will camp, as originally planned." The guards looked slightly crestfallen at the lack of a proper meal, but they were prepared to camp if necessary and were agreeable.
"I saw a clearing a little further along the main road," Will said, and at Liam's nod of approval he led the men who were carrying the camping supplies and set off back towards the King's Road to set up their camp.
The prince busied himself with getting the party turned back around and trotting off away from the farm. "Raquelle," he began, almost hesitant to ask the question. "Would you mind if Samantha shared your tent? I can't just make her sleep in the tents with the guards."
Sam watched Raquelle with casual interest as August explained exactly who she was. "Uh huh," she said in understanding as she watched the girl balancing precariously on her saddle. she looked very much in danger of falling. "I see..." She looked away from the girl and back at August with raised eyebrows. "Well I don't know what you're talking about. She seems completely lovely and full of grace." Sam was smiling, teasing, and she looked back at Raquelle thoughtfully. "She does seem to be fawning over him, doesn't she. I take it Raquelle is nothing like her mother, then?"
Liam glanced towards the path that Raquelle was indicating. There were indeed trakes in the dirty road, not only from animals but from wagon wheels, as well. He sighed, considering it for a moment. Perhaps there was a inn out here for the people traveling along the King's Road. A soft bed would be nice, and no doubt the inn wuld have better food than what they had brought with them. She commented that he looked weak and irritable, and he was in fact. Weak from the traveling and irritable for numerous reasons. He hated to think it but Raquelle was one of those reasons, herself. He didn't say anything to her, though, and he spared her a glace. "I think we all could use better rest that what a tent can afford us," he told her diplomatically. "But it might be a farm, or a dwelling? They might not have enough food or space for all of us. Besides it could take us too far from the road." Liam looked at Raquelle and silently knew that he would not be able to deter her. "But I suppose we could look into it. Oi! Will!" He turned to call towards his friend, who pulled on his reins and turned to look back. "See that road close by? Can you follow it? See if there's a dwelling close?"
"Yes, sir!" Will and the other guard turned their horses onto the path and trotted off, out of sight. Everyone slowed, to give them some time to look around, and every several moments Will reappeared on the path. "There are lights up ahead and some sort of building. Not too far along the path. Should we see if we can rest there for the night?"
Liam didn't take too long to decide. He knew Raquelle would never let him hear the end of it if they didn't at least try. "Yes. It might be an inn. We could all use a proper hot meal." The other members of the party seemed to perk at the idea, so Liam started leading them down the path, Will and the other guard's horses falling into step beside his.
Liam glanced towards the path that Raquelle was indicating. There were indeed trakes in the dirty road, not only from animals but from wagon wheels, as well. He sighed, considering it for a moment. Perhaps there was a inn out here for the people traveling along the King's Road. A soft bed would be nice, and no doubt the inn wuld have better food than what they had brought with them. She commented that he looked weak and irritable, and he was in fact. Weak from the traveling and irritable for numerous reasons. He hated to think it but Raquelle was one of those reasons, herself. He didn't say anything to her, though, and he spared her a glace. "I think we all could use better rest that what a tent can afford us," he told her diplomatically. "But it might be a farm, or a dwelling? They might not have enough food or space for all of us. Besides it could take us too far from the road." Liam looked at Raquelle and silently knew that he would not be able to deter her. "But I suppose we could look into it. Oi! Will!" He turned to call towards his friend, who pulled on his reins and turned to look back. "See that road close by? Can you follow it? See if there's a dwelling close?"
"Yes, sir!" Will and the other guard turned their horses onto the path and trotted off, out of sight. Everyone slowed, to give them some time to look around, and every several moments Will reappeared on the path. "There are lights up ahead and some sort of building. Not too far along the path. Should we see if we can rest there for the night?"
Liam didn't take too long to decide. He knew Raquelle would never let him hear the end of it if they didn't at least try. "Yes. It might be an inn. We could all use a proper hot meal." The other members of the party seemed to perk at the idea, so Liam started leading them down the path, Will and the other guard's horses falling into step beside his.
"You travel. So you're a wanderer?" Nora asked, smiling a little. "You like wander through time and space in your box?" She glanced over at the TARDIS and felt her smile grow a little wider as she thought about it. What it would be like to live like that. "It sounds a bit dangerous. But also...fun?" A life she could never live. Half of her wanted to ask if she took along any passengers, but she stopped herself before she had a chance. She had too much to do. There was this wedding that they may or may not even get to, and then she had to go back to work and try to make something out of her life. Besides for all she knew the Doctor liked to travel alone, and she didn't want to seem like she was inviting herself to come.
The kidnappers returned just them, thankfully distracting Nora from these thoughts. She took a step back, but it wasn't really necessary. The men barely had enough time to speak before the Doctor pressed a button on her little thing-a-ma-jig and they started convulsing as a ear splitting noise filled the air. Then they dropped like a sack of potatoes. Nora's mouth opened, almost hesitant to ask, but the Doctor was already answering her questions and she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe they really could do this.
She followed the other woman out of the door and into the hallway. Nora had only hazy memories of this place, and she looked around with a little bit of a frown. "So that button, that noise, their...seizures. Was that getting rid of the Torx? Those two are back to normal now, right?"
The kidnappers returned just them, thankfully distracting Nora from these thoughts. She took a step back, but it wasn't really necessary. The men barely had enough time to speak before the Doctor pressed a button on her little thing-a-ma-jig and they started convulsing as a ear splitting noise filled the air. Then they dropped like a sack of potatoes. Nora's mouth opened, almost hesitant to ask, but the Doctor was already answering her questions and she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe they really could do this.
She followed the other woman out of the door and into the hallway. Nora had only hazy memories of this place, and she looked around with a little bit of a frown. "So that button, that noise, their...seizures. Was that getting rid of the Torx? Those two are back to normal now, right?"
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