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The “road less traveled” could definitely be used to describe many roads, but not this one. It was one of the wide, well-tended roads that lead towards the the orcish city of Bhathairk, oft-traveled and thoroughly mapped. The dirt underneath was packed solid, in many places having been replaced with flat, worn stones where the road was prone to getting muddy or soggy during the rains. The trees on either side, when present in dense clumps before yielding to the flat plains, arched over top, not encroaching on the road itself.
It was a road that got safer the closer to the city one got, but this was still a good day or two’s hard gallop to the city proper. The tribe’s reach was thin here..
That didn’t seem to matter to the lone young woman strolling along the road. Her brilliant red hair was pulled back into a messy bun, tendrils of scarlet having escaped every which way to frame her face… which was currently buried between the pages of a rather large, rather old looking book. It was leather bound with a gilded gold symbol on the front, what looked like a large lock having previously held the pages shut. Now, however, they were open, and the young woman was pouring over them, hardly cognizant of her feet as they bore her forward. At her side, a large rucksack that was oddly shaped -- like it was filled with books and not much else -- bounced with each step, her skirts swishing around her ankles.
As buried as she was in her book, she certainly didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t alone. In fact, four men had fallen in behind her, none bearing any sort of travelling gear but each armed. They slowly fanned out, obviously not in any rush as they waited for a copse of trees that she was going to pass in just a few minutes… If she’d but look up, she might realize that she was in danger.
However, instead of looking up, she turned a page, burying her nose even further in the book…
It was a road that got safer the closer to the city one got, but this was still a good day or two’s hard gallop to the city proper. The tribe’s reach was thin here..
That didn’t seem to matter to the lone young woman strolling along the road. Her brilliant red hair was pulled back into a messy bun, tendrils of scarlet having escaped every which way to frame her face… which was currently buried between the pages of a rather large, rather old looking book. It was leather bound with a gilded gold symbol on the front, what looked like a large lock having previously held the pages shut. Now, however, they were open, and the young woman was pouring over them, hardly cognizant of her feet as they bore her forward. At her side, a large rucksack that was oddly shaped -- like it was filled with books and not much else -- bounced with each step, her skirts swishing around her ankles.
As buried as she was in her book, she certainly didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t alone. In fact, four men had fallen in behind her, none bearing any sort of travelling gear but each armed. They slowly fanned out, obviously not in any rush as they waited for a copse of trees that she was going to pass in just a few minutes… If she’d but look up, she might realize that she was in danger.
However, instead of looking up, she turned a page, burying her nose even further in the book…