It would have been a simple thing, to slaughter the guards and fight past them.
But they were looking for a monster and a Mwarri, not an Uruk lad carrying the daily sack of garbage to the town dump.
"Next time," Kismet hissed, "you ride in the sack of garbage."
"This was your plan." I responded.
"And I've revised it for next time." she said, taking a bat at my fragile Uruk eyes.
We had written our letters of apology to Captaine Levemont, and booked passage on the Sea Dirge. I know, it sounds like a juicy opera, but it was a schooner (a ship with two masts). Smaller than most vessels that made the passage between the continents and the Shining Isles, but Captain Duncan was more than a canvas short of a full sail.
"One of the advantages of such a small vessel is it's easy enough for the crew to right her should she founder." he assured me.
"And your crew is experienced at doing so in a storm?" I asked.
Earlier in the plotline than I'd wanted to do it, and far too much, too sudden. It feels more like a creeping insanity to me than the development of something resembling healthy emotions. I'll work on it.
Also, yes, it was always planned that he was going to try to pull a Xinyi Shi and end up prone in the dirt.
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Todays shout-outs: Hopehard, Terrier, and Michael_Podlipsky, our top daily power stone donors.
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