[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[Andy]

She was bold, he'd give her that. In a loud voice, albeit in the middle of an alley, the armored spearwoman had named herself Orica Tania, and in the same breath had expressed misgivings about the fate of her family and how this was not their doing. Did she have no concept of discretion? Literally anyone could have heard that and reported to whomever was in charge of the castle. And what happened when the little lordling was known to have returned and was in a wayside inn within the walls?

He was sure that anyone could understand why he had a smidge of apprehension settling in his gut, but he was careful not to let it show. He understood her offense before a bit better at least. When he heard Satsume's surprised outburst, he was tempted to raise an eyebrow. No concept of tactics, either. Beyond brute force, that is. Truly, she was born on the wrong side of the millenia. Perhaps a hundred years after the Scouring, mayhap people were like her more often than not. In any case, she wasn't doing as the armored man had suggested were her primary approaches, so perhaps she understood the necessity of the situation.

"Planning an infiltration is less likely to get us killed than marching in like drink-addled fools," Ambrose whispered to Satsume. "I think perhaps she realizes the necessity, even if she doesn't like it much." The sword-for-hire continued forward, following Orica and the tired man into the inn.