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Solitude wasn't much help but that was okay. Moral support, Clay found the words Yarrow was looking for mid-swing, thinking so she didn't have to. Preoccupied, she ducked and dove out of the way of the Ferryman's scything blows. Exactly! Moral support! Rolling to her feet, the half-orc slammed...

Stepping in to the flower shop after Demise, Yarrow made to close the door behind her. 'Now I know why we never used to hang out,' she said, scanning the street outside for signs of a tail. A feminine voice called out to the two assassins from the shop's interior, begging patience. Yarrow...

Yarrow laughed. She wasn't sure why, exactly. Demise was such a stern figure. Picturing her as a child, young and innocent and perched on her mum's knee, was as difficult as it was hilarious. And it got even funnier when you factored in the rest of her sisters. 'You know what? I think that might...

Yarrow nodded, ignoring the battle raging behind Demise's eyes. 'Could work,' she said, pulling the Vicar a little closer so they could squeeze past a flock of robed clergy walking the other way. One of them threw up his hand in greeting, forming some sort of sign with his hand. 'Morning!' He...

The Ferryman drifted languidly after her, as if riding the breeze. The stagnant air of the Unburnt was starting to make Yarrow sweat. Or is that the fear? Root asked, kicking at a pile of dusty bones. She looked up, smiling as the Ferryman passed through her. Even in death, there was no love...

'That... wasn't what I was getting at.' Yarrow replied, doing a poor job of covering up her concern for the Vicar. Even the dullest of minds could have sensed she was distracted. 'I meant agents. Spies, informers and the like,' she whispered, leaning in to prevent anyone from reading her lips...

'Perhaps we will!' Smiling beatifically at Demise, Yarrow led the assassin down to the common room. The place was pretty much empty when compared to the night before, with only a few people still sitting at the tables. Most were snoring, but one or two raised their drinks in wary salute to the...

For all her deep-seated fears, Yarrow slept well. Having risen and dressed early, she had spent the wee hours of the morning milling about her room, checking and rechecking gear that she knew was perfectly fine. Nerves, she thought, just pre-op nerves. She always got them, no matter how hard she...

Yarrow continued to eat, her thoughts and feelings on the matter coming second place to the hot food and warm drink laid out on the table in front of her. Demise was right, as always. Speculating wouldn't help them, even if some of their guesswork was on the mark. They needed proof, and a way to...

Yarrow nodded. She hadn't forgotten about the ambush nor the brother they'd lost. 'I asked Clay to keep an eye out for our tagalongs once we reached the mainland,' she told Demise, waiting until she was done chewing to speak. Her knife scraped the wooden plate as she cut herself off another...

And yet you're cold as ever. Smiling still, Yarrow waved down Olga, ordered a pint of something strong. 'I assume you've already started working on a plan, then?' She asked, shortly after her drink arrived with the night's main. Pork, goodie! Arranging her plate just so, the she-orc got a good...

'One is never enough,' she replied, gesturing at the skeletons scattered around the ruined hillfort. 'Your hunger will never be sated. From now until the moment I kill you, all you'll be able to think about is the next meal, and the one after that...' So on and so forth. Forever. 'Let her go,'...

Nodding, Yarrow disappeared into her room to deposit her things at the foot of the bed. She didn't say it, but she had noticed how Demise had gone to the other place again. It was in her eyes, and the way her face seemed to fall, as if reliving an old memory. Yarrow had plenty of those herself...

Is she... is she saying I smell? Blinking the rainwater from her eyes, Yarrow glowered at Demise expectantly. If not for the clarification, she would have clipped the Vicar upside the ear, and that would have been a foolish thing to do considering the rank difference. Of course, the same could...

With grim nod, Yarrow looked up towards Asenstad. 'Works for me,' she said, already planning ahead. She had a coil of rope looped around her saddle horn for just such an occasion, and there were climbing spikes tucked away at the bottom of one of her saddle bags. Wrapped, along with spare...