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Post by Streamstrider on Dec 17, 2009 19:44:47 GMT -6
Her thoughts of leaving were set aside when she noticed how the newcomer was behaving. He wasn't a slob, by any means, and he definitely didn't appear like someone she should feel threatened by. Getting out in time was important, however. She didn't have time for new people. Not now. Not this evening. It was evening wasn't it? She glanced over at the window on the other side of the common room. Dark. At least, from what she could see through the crack between the curtains. She frowned. The dark always made things more difficult than they had to be.
As she stood from her seat, she smoothed out the front of the riding dress. A bit of dirt clinged to the dark blue material, and the black boots were no better off. Really, could she not keep herself presentable? It didn't matter, did it? No, it didn't. There was no one she wanted to impress. Not here. Well, not anywhere. She realized she was rambling to herself and standing there looking a bit blank. Shaking her head slightly, she walked up to the bar.
"Could you have one of your boys saddle my horse? I will be heading out within the next quarter hour," she asked the bartender. The big man nodded his head but wore a confused expression.
"Leaving so late, Miss? I wouldn't recommend it."
"Please just have my horse saddled," she replied. "I have urgent business to attend to." |
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Post by Aeroforceonea on Dec 17, 2009 20:23:42 GMT -6
He could not help but overhear the conversation between the woman and the bartender. He had not even seen her approach the bar, because he had been so focused on his "food". The first thought that ran through his mind was "she must be crazy". No one should ever be outside alone at night, especially not a woman who was as pretty as she was. At least not since the hostile takeover of this country. Since then thieves, brigands, and other scum have run amok. He could not let her put herself in such peril even though she was a stranger and he was weary from his travels.
Setting down his cup, but without looking up he says, "I would listen to what this man is telling you if you value your life. No one in their right mind would leave at this late an hour." He dismounts the bar stool, straitens out his black cloak, shrugs his shoulders to adjust the armor hidden beneath, and begins to walk over to where the two are talking. "If you leave now you run the risk of being kidnapped and that is something I cannot allow. I urge you to stay, but if you must, at least allow me to accompany you as a bodyguard."
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Post by Streamstrider on Dec 17, 2009 20:37:09 GMT -6
She was a bit taken aback by the newcomer's interference, but she quickly recovered from her surprise, casting a wary glance his way. He did not know who she was, where she was from, or even her name, and yet he was offering his service. Did he do this often? She was a bit skeptical now that she heard the man speak. He seemed very straightforward in manner. Who said I was in my right mind? she thought with an inward grin.
"Life seems of little value these days," she commented. She inwardly scoffed at the mention of being kidnapped. Those criminals would regret it.
"I assure you I am quite capable of fending for myself," she told him. "Day or night. It makes little difference to me. I must reach Carandairo before tomorrow night, and if anyone has not noticed, the gates are hard to get through at any hour." It took nearly a full day's ride to get to Carandairo once outside the city, and was just where she was heading after getting out. She had to get out. Just had to. She would not let them tell her otherwise.
"I will come back down shortly. I expect my horse to be saddled by then." She turned to head up the stairs. There were only a few things to retrieve from her room. |
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