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The group's reaction to Skad's begrudging compliance was mixed, to say the least. The small group of sellswords all had their own way of showing it; the brief nod of approval from Varnehy, the self-satisfied smirk from their leader, the awkward and apologetic smile from the resident alchemist...

Vida's gaze followed the weapon in Skad's hand; her eyes narrowing at the blunt accusation as she watched the head of the axe move first in the direction of the drow, before turning to Masile in quick succession. It wasn't as if the Nordwiir woman was wrong to be concerned, of course. It was a...

With the information they weren't alone at Vida's disposal, she hardly needed the reminder to keep herself silent. All the same, she had nodded in acquiescence to the warning voiced by Aeyliea, making sure she edged forward with an agonizing slowness as they weaved their way through the tall...

Despite her preferences leaning more towards urban sprawls rather than the unpredictable nature of the marshlands, Vida wasn't totally helpless against the elements of the land, nor was the deliberate pace that Aeyliea set too difficult for the experienced sellsword to match. It wasn't pleasant...

It might have come as a surprise to Skad that Varnehy's absence was so short-lived this time around, especially if all she really knew of him over the last two days was the fact that he was always absent, seemingly never staying anywhere for too terribly long. Especially whenever he had a...

Vida watched Skad with eyes that spoke of nothing; if there was any kind of disapproval or distaste over the smell of horse water or the musk of old furs, it was subtle and discretely tucked away from those dispassionate lips that only now parted to offer a sigh when she slunk down into one of...

"I'm glad that we could agree." As to whatever else Aeyliea had tried to convey with words that were not forthcoming, Vida did not know, nor did she think to ask. What mattered was that the agreement was there; the details about spirits entirely unknown to the other woman's more urban...

The day passed with an agonizing, painful slowness after the previous night's drinking. Most of all for Masile, who spent a considerable part of it groaning and whining about this ailment or that one - her arguments barely audible beneath the cushions and pillows that served as a poor facsimile...

Vida had appreciated the confirmation that the two women shared the same opinion of the hired drivers, even if it honestly might have been a bit unfair. They were making effort of pulling the sinking wagon out of the mire it had settled in, after all. Which definitely needed to be done. But...

To be entirely honest, Vida wasn't quite certain what she had expected to accomplish by asking someone nearly as miserable as she was about whether or not the swamplands were anything other than a frustrating and spiteful joke, being made at the expense of all who travelled its breadth. Given...

There was a saying that Vida had remembered about the Vaknelle swamplands. Well, there were two, actually. When they first told her, she simply believed them to be exaggerations told by drunks and travelers to pass the time; not an uncommon thing to find in taverns. "Where there is land, there...

Varnehy could only stand there, quietly observing with a mélange of emotions flitting across his grey face; mostly growing horror at the state and smell of the garments he had apparently loaned to this woman. But there was also a wry sort of fascination in watching the scene playing out before...

There was a valiant effort to be made in making himself appear unperturbed, as unruffled as the rest of his appearance was in contrast to Skad's own. Where she wore very little, including the articles of clothing that she was wearing, Varnehy was far more presentable in comparison, with him...

"Quite right, we wouldn't want to be doing that, would we?" Masile had readily agreed to the statement, despite having next to no clue what a jarðpúki was or how it pertained to anything even remotely connected to not falling over one another in the attempt to reach their rooms down the...

Not in any ideal state to understand the implications way Skad had mentioned losing her quarry, Masile could only assume it had something to do with the rather crude follow-up regarding tongues and explicit activities that could be done with them. How Skad thought it related at all to what she...