[24th Solace, 9.29; somewhere on the Pilgrim's Path - with Callum Kennedy ]
Hidden in a sparse little thicket just off the Pilgrim's Path, Alia leaned her shoulder against one of the spindly trees, idly kicking the heel of her worn leather boot into the dirt as she waited for the signal. Finally, after what felt like forever, she heard the fluting sound of a distinct bird call. A bird which, she was reliably informed, was only resident in Amaranthine during the winter. Who even knew that kind of bullcrap?
Regardless, it was the agreed signal and she had just heard it. Smirking, she grabbed her battle-axe and readied herself to jump out, hoping to spook the stout pony who pulled the wagon laden with... well, something expensive, she hoped. In truth, the contents of the wagon was not really what they were focused on (or so she had said to the other three of her group). No, it was the mercs escorting it. Other mercs to her mercs. Other mercs who were putting about malicious rumours about her mercs. Other mercs who were putting about malicious rumours about her mercs that was costing her mercs a considerable number of jobs. Something had to be done, and it was Alia who had taken it upon herself to be the one to do it.
Had she informed her merc captain and his lieutenant? Void no. That was plausible deniability, right there. She might not know stupid bird calls but she knew how 'not-lying' worked. Not that she ever tried it herself. Lies were easy. Why would you choose to do something hard over something easy? That was just stupid.
Just as the wagon rounded the corner, Alia burst from her cover. As planned, the pony brayed and reared, threatening to break free of its harness. Dodging around its flying hooves, Alia use the flant side of her battle-axe to knock out one of the archers. Her lip curled in disgust as she noted how the man had not even notched an arrow. What kind of half-arsed merc group was this? If only they could fight as well as they could talk shit.
Swinging herself up onto the wagon, she ducked under the canvas protecting the goods from the elements, then drew up short as she glimpsed something in the gloom.
A wide grin spread across her face. "Would you look who it is!" She shook her head with a soft tut, marvelling at just how small the world was. "Hope you don't mind but I'm settling a little business dispute here." She lifted and dropped her shoulders in a hapless shrug, as if she was not personally responsible for the complete disregard for law and order going on beyond the confines of the wagon. "You know how it is."
Hidden in a sparse little thicket just off the Pilgrim's Path, Alia leaned her shoulder against one of the spindly trees, idly kicking the heel of her worn leather boot into the dirt as she waited for the signal. Finally, after what felt like forever, she heard the fluting sound of a distinct bird call. A bird which, she was reliably informed, was only resident in Amaranthine during the winter. Who even knew that kind of bullcrap?
Regardless, it was the agreed signal and she had just heard it. Smirking, she grabbed her battle-axe and readied herself to jump out, hoping to spook the stout pony who pulled the wagon laden with... well, something expensive, she hoped. In truth, the contents of the wagon was not really what they were focused on (or so she had said to the other three of her group). No, it was the mercs escorting it. Other mercs to her mercs. Other mercs who were putting about malicious rumours about her mercs. Other mercs who were putting about malicious rumours about her mercs that was costing her mercs a considerable number of jobs. Something had to be done, and it was Alia who had taken it upon herself to be the one to do it.
Had she informed her merc captain and his lieutenant? Void no. That was plausible deniability, right there. She might not know stupid bird calls but she knew how 'not-lying' worked. Not that she ever tried it herself. Lies were easy. Why would you choose to do something hard over something easy? That was just stupid.
Just as the wagon rounded the corner, Alia burst from her cover. As planned, the pony brayed and reared, threatening to break free of its harness. Dodging around its flying hooves, Alia use the flant side of her battle-axe to knock out one of the archers. Her lip curled in disgust as she noted how the man had not even notched an arrow. What kind of half-arsed merc group was this? If only they could fight as well as they could talk shit.
Swinging herself up onto the wagon, she ducked under the canvas protecting the goods from the elements, then drew up short as she glimpsed something in the gloom.
A wide grin spread across her face. "Would you look who it is!" She shook her head with a soft tut, marvelling at just how small the world was. "Hope you don't mind but I'm settling a little business dispute here." She lifted and dropped her shoulders in a hapless shrug, as if she was not personally responsible for the complete disregard for law and order going on beyond the confines of the wagon. "You know how it is."