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[Double Post]
Marren narrowed his eyes, glancing between the widow and the wild woman. The drunk was forgotten, laying somewhere in the house. He was suspicious of them obviously but this widow was the link between him and to communicating with this mysterious wild woman. It was her that Marren was most suspicious about, She had a motive for not turning him in and held the success of this operation in her hands, though she didnt know it.
“To the center of the city” Was his reply, eyeing the wild woman. It was probably the best chance of spotting where there iron chariots were being constructed.
“What does she want?” he asked the widow.
“To the center of the city” Was his reply, eyeing the wild woman. It was probably the best chance of spotting where there iron chariots were being constructed.
“What does she want?” he asked the widow.
I have given ye a post. Also, corgi in snow
Marren was dumbfounded. He simply could not comprehend what had happened in the past 10 minutes. A disaster had been averted and now he inadvertently found himself speaking with someone who knew his language. The game was up. Yet, he wasnt surrounded by Kantilian soldiers eager for his head. Or being dragged to prison.
"You are from Rose..?" The haggard looking widow asked.
Marren took an embarrassingly long moment to reply, his thought trying to correct themselves. He nodded once, eyes scanning the room and it's occupants, assessing them truly for the first time, especially the wild woman. Why were they not turning him in?
"I have coin for your silence" his eyes went back to the widow, hand hanging near his hilt 'or steel'
"You are from Rose..?" The haggard looking widow asked.
Marren took an embarrassingly long moment to reply, his thought trying to correct themselves. He nodded once, eyes scanning the room and it's occupants, assessing them truly for the first time, especially the wild woman. Why were they not turning him in?
"I have coin for your silence" his eyes went back to the widow, hand hanging near his hilt 'or steel'
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'Now, how in the world am I going to find information in this place?'
While the other members of this expedition were doubtlessly getting something done Marren had inadvertently found himself nursing a drink in a tavern with a mopy looking man and a woman who looked and smelled like someone who belonged in the wilds, or the back alleys of this slum as it were. Giving another look around he doubted any of the patrons here would be of any help either, maybe aside from the soldiers, soldiers that he saw were coming towards him.
Their posture was not threatening or menacing, it seemed they were simply curious. The one in the lead, he assumed a captain of some sort though he wasn't certain, spoke up whilst holding up one of Marren's coins.
Hey, you been on the front lately?
Marren stared uncomprehending, thoughts going through his mind on how he could get out of this. On instinct his hand slowly found it's way to the hilt of his sword, the action partially hidden beneath his coat.
While the other members of this expedition were doubtlessly getting something done Marren had inadvertently found himself nursing a drink in a tavern with a mopy looking man and a woman who looked and smelled like someone who belonged in the wilds, or the back alleys of this slum as it were. Giving another look around he doubted any of the patrons here would be of any help either, maybe aside from the soldiers, soldiers that he saw were coming towards him.
Their posture was not threatening or menacing, it seemed they were simply curious. The one in the lead, he assumed a captain of some sort though he wasn't certain, spoke up whilst holding up one of Marren's coins.
Hey, you been on the front lately?
Marren stared uncomprehending, thoughts going through his mind on how he could get out of this. On instinct his hand slowly found it's way to the hilt of his sword, the action partially hidden beneath his coat.
Yar, will do
Marren is a nobleman. This spying thing isnt in his list of expertise :p
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