CREDIT
The first light of dawn was just cracking over the horizon and Corin increased her pace. She had caught sight of the fire last night, winking on the horizon. It was large enough that it was likely a caravan or a farmer come to town to sell his crop, but either way it would help provide a bit of extra cover for entering Etzos undetected. Her kidnapping and torture of a Military Intelligence officer in Bolstrum hadn't gone over well as it was and she had a bad encounter on the road with a half dozen Etzori soldiers, leaving them all dead. She doubted anyone could tie the two acts together, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Paranoia was all that had kept her alive up till now and it seemed senseless to lose it now.
Corin shifted her bag, wincing as the tight skin on her heavily burned left arm tore slightly. The woman whose face she now wore was the cause of that injury- a violent attack that had nearly killed them both.
She was brought out of her reverie by Amber's nose nudging at her good side, the caravan just ahead of her now. The people moving about were loading up, and Corin strode up, nodding to the group as she drew near.
"Don't suppose you lot are headed into the city now, are yeh?" She said in Corin's accented common. "Wouldn't mind a bit of company on the last leg of the trip, if you don't mind."
Corin wasn't used to people staring so openly- even when she wore an Avriel's face, the stares were either hostile or much subtler in their curiosity, as if scared of her. The stare the wagonmaster gave her was openly curious, however, and more than a little rude. Corin set her jaw out stubbornly, worried suddenly they wouldn't take her. But it appeared the caravan master was only interested in her scars, grunting his acceptance after he had stared his fill at both her and her companion, a rarely seen Hyx.
"Fair enough. Give us a hand loading up at least then."
Corin knew that he was likely suspicious. It was hardly a new sort of trick for someone smuggling something or otherwise looking to escape the notice of the guards to join up with a larger party just before entering the city, but as Corin passed by the man, she slid several gold nel into his waiting palm, ensuring his silence. If they were stopped and she was found out, he'd sell her down the river as fast as he could, but that was fine. She'd have bigger problems to deal with in that case.
Corin set her pack ontop of one of the wagons and moved to help one of the workmen lift a large crate of wool into the back. Her muscles rippled in this form, putting the worker's own arms to shame, Corin noted with satisfaction. She still only had the use of one arm, the other being bandaged from elbow to fingertip, but she was some help at least. Her muscled appearance didn't translate to actual strength, of course, but it was satisfying none the less. She noticed several men's eyes lingering, though in a way she had never experienced before- wariness and a tinge of respect. Interesting.
Several children were racing around the camp and they soon began daring one another to creep up on Amber, who was lying next to Corin's bag, one going so far as to touch her furry side. Corin shook her head as she noticed, smiling slightly. Amber would be gentle with them, she was sure. If it got too much the Hyx could always move a way off and wait for them down the road.
As the sun crept above the treetops, the caravan set off. As they walked, Corin found herself beside an older man and struck up a conversation, doing her best to lead it towards the subject of Sintra. It was easier than expected, the trader more than happy to discuss the woes of his trade that were sure to come- cutting off supplies from Rhakros or the Eternal Empire, he was sure, and stifling trade left the average man worse off, he was quick to assure Corin.
"Would ye believe that Sintra actually planned this all?" She ventured, gesturing with her good hand towards the city, still far off in the distance. "She's known for her plots, but I'mma headed back to ensure the city doesn't make a mistake it ain't about to regret. Got proof here that the sly 'morty sicced Lisirra onto us before that magic storm actually hit, like she knew summit the rest of us didn't."
Here she patted her pocket, not actually where the proof was kept, and tried to mimic a stage whisper. It worked passably well, and she was sure that most of those around her could listen in if they so desired. "In fact, I know that Sintra's got people on the inside of our own city, if ye'd credit it. Etzos, supposed to be the crowning achievement of us normal folk, bowing and scraping to some sneaky 'morty like all the rest. I tell ye, it ain't something a red-blooded man nor woman should bear."
She gazed around here, wondering if her speech had reached any other interested ears.
Arc 719, 10th trial of Vhalar
Corin strode up the road, Amber at her side. The Hyx was happy, finally, Corin having found a trader willing to part with a half a side of venison for a few coins. The Hyx had eaten well for once, not needing to resort to the dried and tasteless meat that was all Corin had managed to scrounge from Bolstrum before their quick escape. The first light of dawn was just cracking over the horizon and Corin increased her pace. She had caught sight of the fire last night, winking on the horizon. It was large enough that it was likely a caravan or a farmer come to town to sell his crop, but either way it would help provide a bit of extra cover for entering Etzos undetected. Her kidnapping and torture of a Military Intelligence officer in Bolstrum hadn't gone over well as it was and she had a bad encounter on the road with a half dozen Etzori soldiers, leaving them all dead. She doubted anyone could tie the two acts together, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Paranoia was all that had kept her alive up till now and it seemed senseless to lose it now.
Corin shifted her bag, wincing as the tight skin on her heavily burned left arm tore slightly. The woman whose face she now wore was the cause of that injury- a violent attack that had nearly killed them both.
She was brought out of her reverie by Amber's nose nudging at her good side, the caravan just ahead of her now. The people moving about were loading up, and Corin strode up, nodding to the group as she drew near.
"Don't suppose you lot are headed into the city now, are yeh?" She said in Corin's accented common. "Wouldn't mind a bit of company on the last leg of the trip, if you don't mind."
Corin wasn't used to people staring so openly- even when she wore an Avriel's face, the stares were either hostile or much subtler in their curiosity, as if scared of her. The stare the wagonmaster gave her was openly curious, however, and more than a little rude. Corin set her jaw out stubbornly, worried suddenly they wouldn't take her. But it appeared the caravan master was only interested in her scars, grunting his acceptance after he had stared his fill at both her and her companion, a rarely seen Hyx.
"Fair enough. Give us a hand loading up at least then."
Corin knew that he was likely suspicious. It was hardly a new sort of trick for someone smuggling something or otherwise looking to escape the notice of the guards to join up with a larger party just before entering the city, but as Corin passed by the man, she slid several gold nel into his waiting palm, ensuring his silence. If they were stopped and she was found out, he'd sell her down the river as fast as he could, but that was fine. She'd have bigger problems to deal with in that case.
Corin set her pack ontop of one of the wagons and moved to help one of the workmen lift a large crate of wool into the back. Her muscles rippled in this form, putting the worker's own arms to shame, Corin noted with satisfaction. She still only had the use of one arm, the other being bandaged from elbow to fingertip, but she was some help at least. Her muscled appearance didn't translate to actual strength, of course, but it was satisfying none the less. She noticed several men's eyes lingering, though in a way she had never experienced before- wariness and a tinge of respect. Interesting.
Several children were racing around the camp and they soon began daring one another to creep up on Amber, who was lying next to Corin's bag, one going so far as to touch her furry side. Corin shook her head as she noticed, smiling slightly. Amber would be gentle with them, she was sure. If it got too much the Hyx could always move a way off and wait for them down the road.
As the sun crept above the treetops, the caravan set off. As they walked, Corin found herself beside an older man and struck up a conversation, doing her best to lead it towards the subject of Sintra. It was easier than expected, the trader more than happy to discuss the woes of his trade that were sure to come- cutting off supplies from Rhakros or the Eternal Empire, he was sure, and stifling trade left the average man worse off, he was quick to assure Corin.
"Would ye believe that Sintra actually planned this all?" She ventured, gesturing with her good hand towards the city, still far off in the distance. "She's known for her plots, but I'mma headed back to ensure the city doesn't make a mistake it ain't about to regret. Got proof here that the sly 'morty sicced Lisirra onto us before that magic storm actually hit, like she knew summit the rest of us didn't."
Here she patted her pocket, not actually where the proof was kept, and tried to mimic a stage whisper. It worked passably well, and she was sure that most of those around her could listen in if they so desired. "In fact, I know that Sintra's got people on the inside of our own city, if ye'd credit it. Etzos, supposed to be the crowning achievement of us normal folk, bowing and scraping to some sneaky 'morty like all the rest. I tell ye, it ain't something a red-blooded man nor woman should bear."
She gazed around here, wondering if her speech had reached any other interested ears.