08-26-2014, 10:18 AM
"Sir, we're doing what we can to make sure the process moves as quickly and smoothly as possible," the armed guard answered, raising his free hand to reassure Kethen. Although his body language was supposed to be disarming, his voice showed frustration.
"If this statue makes people who see it insane, shouldn't we have been notified of it as special cargo?" the armed one asked.
But the unarmed guard's face suddenly brightened. "Ah, I was wondering why you seemed familiar, miss: you arrived here a few days ago on business with the church, did you not? I know a friend in the valkyries, so it's hard not to recognize the horsebreed."
"Well, if she's a valkyrie, then I suppose it's okay..." the armed guard said hesitantly.
Not only did they allow the cart to go through, the guards gave them priority transit, bypassing the general crowd and allowing them to exit the gate in a timely fashion.
'Possibly to maintain good relations with the Church,' Cecily mused.
The ordeal was fairly stressful, but not for the fact that she was the source of the guards' suspicions. It was a combination of her companions almost blowing her cover by speaking too much and a fairly nasty itch creeping up her spine. Perhaps she placed too much trust in her companions' ability to sweet-talk the guards: Cecily made a mental note to instruct her companions to not give too many details if they were going to lie. Thankfully the guards they met were not politically inclined, or else they would have instantly smelled the deception.
Cecily started to grow impatient as the group moved away from the castle, but she knew better than to make unnecessary movement or sound for the time being; it was best not to reveal herself until the watch towers were out of view. After counting to a hundred, she slowly pulled her arms along her bindings to satisfy her itch, thinking that the action would be difficult to see from the distance she estimated.
"If this statue makes people who see it insane, shouldn't we have been notified of it as special cargo?" the armed one asked.
But the unarmed guard's face suddenly brightened. "Ah, I was wondering why you seemed familiar, miss: you arrived here a few days ago on business with the church, did you not? I know a friend in the valkyries, so it's hard not to recognize the horsebreed."
"Well, if she's a valkyrie, then I suppose it's okay..." the armed guard said hesitantly.
Not only did they allow the cart to go through, the guards gave them priority transit, bypassing the general crowd and allowing them to exit the gate in a timely fashion.
'Possibly to maintain good relations with the Church,' Cecily mused.
The ordeal was fairly stressful, but not for the fact that she was the source of the guards' suspicions. It was a combination of her companions almost blowing her cover by speaking too much and a fairly nasty itch creeping up her spine. Perhaps she placed too much trust in her companions' ability to sweet-talk the guards: Cecily made a mental note to instruct her companions to not give too many details if they were going to lie. Thankfully the guards they met were not politically inclined, or else they would have instantly smelled the deception.
Cecily started to grow impatient as the group moved away from the castle, but she knew better than to make unnecessary movement or sound for the time being; it was best not to reveal herself until the watch towers were out of view. After counting to a hundred, she slowly pulled her arms along her bindings to satisfy her itch, thinking that the action would be difficult to see from the distance she estimated.
Insurrection - Lady Cecilia "Cecily" of Laus, third in line to the Laus marquessate