09-08-2015, 10:21 PM
"Mm," Ambrose replied, perplexed at Orica's having known this Etrurian. Had the two been... engaged, perhaps? He had to suppress a snort of laughter at the mere idea of that woman in a wedding gown, but it was apparent that she had known the youth in some manner. Perhaps he'd learn the exact nature of their meeting later, on the road. "West it is, following after the fleeing moon. Come, this way, and watch for shadows that move, or anything else that follows. We don't know if those church knights are gone or not."