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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 13, 2020 17:22:38 GMT
The morning that they were due to leave Bastion for Edysse, Ceutinde pulled up in her carriage outside the barracks where the recently-freed ladies were being kept for their safety. She opened the door when the driver knocked and stuck her head out to address the guard. "Good morning, sir! I'm here to see the young ladies in your care, and was hoping to pull straight in to the courtyard. Would that be all right?" (Charm 70 if necessary)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2020 17:42:47 GMT
The same guard from before looked at the windowless carriage but he shrugged. “Sure,” he said. “They’ve been getting tougher to keep still anyway.” He waves her through without apparent concern.
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 13, 2020 17:48:31 GMT
"Shouldn't be an issue now, darling." Ceutinde replied, blowing him a kiss and waving for the driver to take them on to the door of the building where they were kept. Once they came to a stop, she strode right on in. "Good morning, ladies! Who feels like a little trip?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2020 18:34:27 GMT
The women are all playing cards or day drinking when she enters. “Where to?” A blonde asked. “Is that safe?” The place is visibly less clean and orderly than it had been the week or so before. Everyone was clearly antsy.
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 13, 2020 18:57:38 GMT
Ceutinde had expected nothing less. No one likes being cooped up for a week with no idea how much longer it would be. "Safer than staying here. I have reason to believe there may be some plans against our lives. I can't make you go, but I would highly recommend packing your bags and getting in the carriage outside. Trust me, you'll all fit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2020 19:06:47 GMT
The women all look at each other. “You want us to leave?” The same girl asked. “Where are we going?” The majority of the women went packing right away anyhow.
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 13, 2020 19:18:32 GMT
"I'll tell you when we're on the road. Don't know who could be listening." She glanced around the room, tapping on her ear. "Nowhere horrible, trust me, or I wouldn't be joining you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2020 19:44:02 GMT
The women seem satisfied by that and she’d helped them in the past so within five minutes or so they’re sneaking out the door to her new shaggin’ wagon. They fit but it’s close even with the pocket dimension.
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 13, 2020 19:46:30 GMT
Once they were all in, Ceutinde told the driver to head outside the city to the rendesvouz point, and squeezed her way to a seat on the bed.
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