With a little luck and no one would notice.
Weeks have passed after their first contact with the scout party, after their cry out to the sky in anger of the ones invading their privacy. They had given chase over the remaining of the day and found just the remnants of a recently burnt encampment not far from the side of the mountain, the result turned clear then.
Their position was compromised and they needed to move out.
They had to keep their baggage light and left some of the commodities they had picked up over their travel, just keeping the exterior tent, a lantern for their travels at night and some dry food Serene had finished making. It wasn't much but it'd help them survive their travel to the west, getting them closer along the coast into a dense section of the forest where no natural light seemed to shine in so easily and yet life seemed to thrive without obstacles or problems.
Serene's prior travels had warned them of these pockets of land, uncharted and avoided by scholars and mercenaries alike as most creatures living there were beyond of what a common party would be able to handle, fortunately for them however they already well beyond normal and found no obstacles once inside the forest. The terrain extended for days of travel if not longer, they did not check the entire perimeter in their exploration of a suitable place to hide, they just wanted somewhere where they would be left to their own devices, at least for the next few months.
Time was an essential commodity they could not waste, little by little the wind blew colder every day, the clouds shrouded the sun and the forest slowly started to lose its beautiful autumn palette, it wouldn't be long now before winter finally arrived.
It was clear what they had to do, Diablo had been reluctant in seeing Serene go even after promising him she'd return to him, she had to escape in the middle of the night, leaving a small piece of her clothing tinted in her blood next to their makeshift bed.
I'm not scared of you.
She had understood what was in his mind over the last days of travel, it was obvious as his attitude had shifted every time she came close to him. She never pushed the matter because she knew he too didn't know how to respond to her, of course she was curious what his transformation had been but it also looked like even he didn't know what it was. She could not blame him at all, and that's why she had no problem accepting him exactly as he was, because no matter how much he changed he was still Diablo.
Her Diablo.
With that thought in mind, Serene shook her head and finally focused on the task at hand, she had just arrived to the gates of Bathairk, a city of orcs. She waited in line for passage, just like any visitor to a foreign city would until she was next in line.
"Hold it!" the orc exclaimed with two more behind him, clearly not threatening her but just being cautious, with good reason. Serene turned to look at him and showed several gold coins in a pouch, her clothes a mixture of the remnants of the scouting party she and Diablo had killed in the mountains, giving her the appearance of a mercenary or adventurer, rather than the scavenger she was more comfortable in being.
"I'm here for trade, nothing more. I'll be gone once my business here are finished." she murmured to the guard who immediately threw her a worn out black cloak. She didn't wait to be told what to do with it, the message was clear.
Her race was, after all, still very much resented by the race, they would not deny her passage but they would not guarantee her safety, the cloak would help her hide her racial features.
Of course, whether the cloak would remain tinted in black or not was completely dependent on how they'd react towards her.
Weeks have passed after their first contact with the scout party, after their cry out to the sky in anger of the ones invading their privacy. They had given chase over the remaining of the day and found just the remnants of a recently burnt encampment not far from the side of the mountain, the result turned clear then.
Their position was compromised and they needed to move out.
They had to keep their baggage light and left some of the commodities they had picked up over their travel, just keeping the exterior tent, a lantern for their travels at night and some dry food Serene had finished making. It wasn't much but it'd help them survive their travel to the west, getting them closer along the coast into a dense section of the forest where no natural light seemed to shine in so easily and yet life seemed to thrive without obstacles or problems.
Serene's prior travels had warned them of these pockets of land, uncharted and avoided by scholars and mercenaries alike as most creatures living there were beyond of what a common party would be able to handle, fortunately for them however they already well beyond normal and found no obstacles once inside the forest. The terrain extended for days of travel if not longer, they did not check the entire perimeter in their exploration of a suitable place to hide, they just wanted somewhere where they would be left to their own devices, at least for the next few months.
Time was an essential commodity they could not waste, little by little the wind blew colder every day, the clouds shrouded the sun and the forest slowly started to lose its beautiful autumn palette, it wouldn't be long now before winter finally arrived.
It was clear what they had to do, Diablo had been reluctant in seeing Serene go even after promising him she'd return to him, she had to escape in the middle of the night, leaving a small piece of her clothing tinted in her blood next to their makeshift bed.
I'm not scared of you.
She had understood what was in his mind over the last days of travel, it was obvious as his attitude had shifted every time she came close to him. She never pushed the matter because she knew he too didn't know how to respond to her, of course she was curious what his transformation had been but it also looked like even he didn't know what it was. She could not blame him at all, and that's why she had no problem accepting him exactly as he was, because no matter how much he changed he was still Diablo.
Her Diablo.
With that thought in mind, Serene shook her head and finally focused on the task at hand, she had just arrived to the gates of Bathairk, a city of orcs. She waited in line for passage, just like any visitor to a foreign city would until she was next in line.
"Hold it!" the orc exclaimed with two more behind him, clearly not threatening her but just being cautious, with good reason. Serene turned to look at him and showed several gold coins in a pouch, her clothes a mixture of the remnants of the scouting party she and Diablo had killed in the mountains, giving her the appearance of a mercenary or adventurer, rather than the scavenger she was more comfortable in being.
"I'm here for trade, nothing more. I'll be gone once my business here are finished." she murmured to the guard who immediately threw her a worn out black cloak. She didn't wait to be told what to do with it, the message was clear.
Her race was, after all, still very much resented by the race, they would not deny her passage but they would not guarantee her safety, the cloak would help her hide her racial features.
Of course, whether the cloak would remain tinted in black or not was completely dependent on how they'd react towards her.