07-01-2014, 07:44 PM
Cherise just rolled her eyes at Ray's comment and stuck her thumb over her shoulder toward Gwen. "What the flier said. Bandits are all over these mountains, though we shouldn't be expecting them in any real force until we're closer to Thria or Tuscana," she explained. Besides, if they made good enough time and slipped past Thria before nightfall, they could probably avoid most of the patrols. The brigands in that area were still a bit skittish being so close to Ostia. Tuscana, on the other hand... those mountains would be crawling with idiots. Cherise brushed a hand across her pack reassuringly, then jerked her head to signal everyone to start moving out.
Looking down the road, she spotted a small speck of movement, though the cape meant that it was most likely Panika going on ahead. Damn, that girl was fast; pretty impressive, and a little bit concerning if she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Regardless, as the ragtag band marched on, the trip began to look more and more peaceful. Maybe this might work out after all, Cherise thought to herself. She even allowed herself a small smile at the two large men who had seemingly started up a conversation.
Unbeknownst to them, however, they wouldn't have to worry about the bandits. A few miles ahead of them, a pair of stone-faced men in armor hurled the last of quite a few bodies over the side of a cliff before returning to a nearby cave, where a woman in voluminous red robes sat comfortably in a chair beside a crackling fire.
"Inspector, the bodies have been disposed of. Should we move to intercept the smugglers?"
The Inspector gave the two soldiers an arch look, tossing her blonde hair with a small grin. "Gentlemen, please. I have no intention of engaging these heathens out in the open, and especially where they can see us coming. As the Pure Text says, 'Victory cometh surely to the righteous, and swiftly to the ruthless.' We will wait here until they pass, and then..." Her grin widened, a slightly manic glint entering her eyes. "We will do the good works of the Church!"
Looking down the road, she spotted a small speck of movement, though the cape meant that it was most likely Panika going on ahead. Damn, that girl was fast; pretty impressive, and a little bit concerning if she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Regardless, as the ragtag band marched on, the trip began to look more and more peaceful. Maybe this might work out after all, Cherise thought to herself. She even allowed herself a small smile at the two large men who had seemingly started up a conversation.
Unbeknownst to them, however, they wouldn't have to worry about the bandits. A few miles ahead of them, a pair of stone-faced men in armor hurled the last of quite a few bodies over the side of a cliff before returning to a nearby cave, where a woman in voluminous red robes sat comfortably in a chair beside a crackling fire.
"Inspector, the bodies have been disposed of. Should we move to intercept the smugglers?"
The Inspector gave the two soldiers an arch look, tossing her blonde hair with a small grin. "Gentlemen, please. I have no intention of engaging these heathens out in the open, and especially where they can see us coming. As the Pure Text says, 'Victory cometh surely to the righteous, and swiftly to the ruthless.' We will wait here until they pass, and then..." Her grin widened, a slightly manic glint entering her eyes. "We will do the good works of the Church!"