[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Val Ritz]

"Right, well." Cherise ran a hand through her hair, thinking quickly. "Barry's right, we need to get out of the mountains as soon as possible. 'We' meaning 'me,' because as of right now, you are all henceforth freed from your contracts, and all the stipulations and whatevers therein. Personally, I would suggest booking it back to Etruria, though by all means, if you want to try and slip through the rest of these mountains on your own to make a break for Bern, be my guest."

She secured her scabbard on her shoulder, and started a brisk walk westward.