"Crackers, we know what we're doing. We don't have to beat up twenty horses, just give 'em a chase long enough to rob the coach."
Feet on the table, Marceline leaned far back on her chair that only two of its legs kept her in perfect balance. She barely even glanced at the map, and preferred to stare upwards towards the many tiny holes that peeked sunlight into the farmhouse. In all accounts, she looked like a slacker with a mess of red hair.
And yet she was the cleric of the group. If things went wrong, as it often did, their lives were in her hands. A pirate without a ship and an eye, but with plenty of reasons to commit sabotage on Lycian lines. She looked pretty smug in her current position.
Though if anyone wanted to be a jerk, her position was also precarious enough that kicking the chair would have knocked her over.
"Six hours enough to set a quick trap, I'd reckon."
Feet on the table, Marceline leaned far back on her chair that only two of its legs kept her in perfect balance. She barely even glanced at the map, and preferred to stare upwards towards the many tiny holes that peeked sunlight into the farmhouse. In all accounts, she looked like a slacker with a mess of red hair.
And yet she was the cleric of the group. If things went wrong, as it often did, their lives were in her hands. A pirate without a ship and an eye, but with plenty of reasons to commit sabotage on Lycian lines. She looked pretty smug in her current position.
Though if anyone wanted to be a jerk, her position was also precarious enough that kicking the chair would have knocked her over.
"Six hours enough to set a quick trap, I'd reckon."
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