I take the silvers, then with a little smile, add, "That case, I'll see about getting one of the others to pay for our group tomorrow, yeah? You and yours have a good night, Mistress."
Later, if anyone were to look for Pepper, they would find her with the farm animals.[Nature: 13+13 = 26 to make friends with the animals on the farm.]
I blink, stunned, and dazedly accept the coin. "Sir, I - thank you," I say gratefully. "Wasn't really sure how I was gonna manage if we wasn't being paid all this time. You sure you... I mean, I know you can't make much more'n I do. Don't wanna put you out."
Quote from: chaoschristian on May 13, 2016, 06:55:02 AMLater, if anyone were to look for Pepper, they would find her with the farm animals.[Nature: 13+13 = 26 to make friends with the animals on the farm.]The goats prove particularly fond of you.
"And I am going to name you Fondue. Who's a good goat? You are!"
"Pretty sure the major'd rather I aint been sent along at all," I say quietly. "She don't see a soldier when she looks at me, she sees someone who aint much more'n a kid. And fighting and tracking's all I know; she tries to pass me off as someone else, I really will be useless. Don't care much what she thinks of me, but if I'm so busy pretending that I can't do my real job... aint safe, sir."
Quote from: oblivion on May 13, 2016, 09:05:15 PMI rein the horse onto the road. We head NorthEast. Is it only my imagination, or does the wind already blow cold? "We're overtaking winter, friend", I tell the horse. His ears flick back in silent agreement.You travel for a time uneventfully, the occasional drovers or travelers you encounter raising hands or nodding heads in greeting as you pass. Just as the rhythm of the road is lulling you into a near-meditative state, you spot the blue and gold livery of an Orien courier - yes, it does appear to be the same one who blew past you before. She's standing beside her horse, examining one of its hooves. She waves an arm at you as you approach.
I rein the horse onto the road. We head NorthEast. Is it only my imagination, or does the wind already blow cold? "We're overtaking winter, friend", I tell the horse. His ears flick back in silent agreement.