07-05-2015, 09:20 PM
Ambrose scowled at the announcement, filing out with the last group. However, when he gave a last longing glance at what was supposed to be his night's rest, he saw another cloaked figure leave the place. The mercenary glanced this way and that, and decided to follow her from a respectable distance.
But, as his rotten luck would have it, a soldier was patrolling on the road the mystery figure was following. They saw it too, at which point she (undoubtedly a she, he could see now) turned around, and bumped into what appeared to be a friend. Ambrose rubbed his exhausted eyes. He hadn't even noticed the man.
Pulling his scarf up a little higher, he ambled over to them, trying his damnedest to keep out of sight.
"Pst!" he hissed softly. When they looked at him, he continued, "This the road out, by any chance?"
But, as his rotten luck would have it, a soldier was patrolling on the road the mystery figure was following. They saw it too, at which point she (undoubtedly a she, he could see now) turned around, and bumped into what appeared to be a friend. Ambrose rubbed his exhausted eyes. He hadn't even noticed the man.
Pulling his scarf up a little higher, he ambled over to them, trying his damnedest to keep out of sight.
"Pst!" he hissed softly. When they looked at him, he continued, "This the road out, by any chance?"
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.