08-27-2016, 10:25 PM
Fred was stunned.
An oracle.
A travelling oracle.
Unbelievable.
She just predicted the young man's death. Unfortunate that it happened to be the mayor's son.
When she came to, she made excuses. That told Ambrose a lot about her visions. First, they were out of her control. Second, she could tell when she had them. Third, her gift was never very well received. So, when the guards approached her, with the intent to carry her off, for something that clearly wasn't her fault, the mercenary stepped through the crowd.
"I'm afraid not, gents," his voice rumbled, his brow downturned. He approached the girl and put his arm around her, giving her a look that hopefully told her, 'play along.' His tone took on a piteous note as he continued, as if in sorrowful explanation, "I beg your forbearance, but... well, I've been trying to get this girl to an asylum in Ostia. From what I'm told, only they can make her... normal again. Completely, I mean. She's normal most times, but then she has these mad fits every so often and it scares her, scares us, scares all of you. My brother entrusted me with the task of getting her healed. Please, don't make this burden more difficult to bear."
The lies were eloquent, the mercenary thought. He only hoped they would work.
An oracle.
A travelling oracle.
Unbelievable.
She just predicted the young man's death. Unfortunate that it happened to be the mayor's son.
When she came to, she made excuses. That told Ambrose a lot about her visions. First, they were out of her control. Second, she could tell when she had them. Third, her gift was never very well received. So, when the guards approached her, with the intent to carry her off, for something that clearly wasn't her fault, the mercenary stepped through the crowd.
"I'm afraid not, gents," his voice rumbled, his brow downturned. He approached the girl and put his arm around her, giving her a look that hopefully told her, 'play along.' His tone took on a piteous note as he continued, as if in sorrowful explanation, "I beg your forbearance, but... well, I've been trying to get this girl to an asylum in Ostia. From what I'm told, only they can make her... normal again. Completely, I mean. She's normal most times, but then she has these mad fits every so often and it scares her, scares us, scares all of you. My brother entrusted me with the task of getting her healed. Please, don't make this burden more difficult to bear."
The lies were eloquent, the mercenary thought. He only hoped they would work.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.