*Blake returns his gaze to the guards before him.*
OOC: Thanks for the visual, that looks like a very officiant lineup.
Suero stands to his left and another one just behind him and slightly to the right. The back row of the main soldiers is directly in front of him. They wait for a few minutes as everyone assembles and prepares to leave.
In the pre-dawn light, an old man shuffles into the village, his drab-coloured garments billowing slightly. He leans upon a staff held in one hand, the other hand raised to stroke a fat polecat which sits upon the man's stooped shoulders.
'Well, well, well, Busker me lad, may'aps we got our timing wrong,' Trusty 'Panface' Deerhead mumbles to his pet. 'We should've come later on, when there would be more people about! Oh well, let's 'ave a sit down and wait for this place to wake up!' With that, the old man makes himself comfortable on a crate lying outside a shop - and waits . . .
Trusty had dozed off. As the day becomes older, he wakes up, blinking. It's still fairly quiet. He rises, checking for Busker. His ferret has run off.
Muttering, Trusty heads towards the village square, reaching it in about fifteen minutes at his shuffling gait.
Suero stands to his left and another one just behind him and slightly to the right. The back row of the main soldiers is directly in front of him. They wait for a few minutes as everyone assembles and prepares to leave.
*Rocks slightly back on his heals.*
The final preparations are made. Blake can almost feel a tension in the air as the soldiers around him steel themselves for whatever is to come. Barely visible over the heads lined up before him, Blake sees someone at the front of the group raise his right hand into the air. He brings it down sharply and the tension slowly leaks away as they begin to march.
The final preparations are made. Blake can almost feel a tension in the air as the soldiers around him steel themselves for whatever is to come. Barely visible over the heads lined up before him, Blake sees someone at the front of the group raise his right hand into the air. He brings it down sharply and the tension slowly leaks away as they begin to march.
The final preparations are made. Blake can almost feel a tension in the air as the soldiers around him steel themselves for whatever is to come. Barely visible over the heads lined up before him, Blake sees someone at the front of the group raise his right hand into the air. He brings it down sharply and the tension slowly leaks away as they begin to march.
*Watches the people around him.*
Blake can feel Suero and the dwarven soldier behind him watching as he marches, but all seem to be focused on the march. Anders seems to be very pointedly avoiding looking at him.
Blake can feel Suero and the dwarven soldier behind him watching as he marches, but all seem to be focused on the march. Anders seems to be very pointedly avoiding looking at him.
*Trying to distract himself from the soldiers around him he focuses on the marching pattern of the person in front of him.*
A few more minutes pass before Tall Wymond sets out into the town center.
*Tasha watches him carefully.*
He leads her through the town center and along one of the main thoroughfares of the city. This early in the morning, there is hardly anyone about, save the two of them. Occasionally, they are able to catch glimpses of the tail end of the Hand as they turn a corner.
Blake can feel Suero and the dwarven soldier behind him watching as he marches, but all seem to be focused on the march. Anders seems to be very pointedly avoiding looking at him.
*Trying to distract himself from the soldiers around him he focuses on the marching pattern of the person in front of him.*
Blake settles into the march with the Hand as he follows the column along the mostly empty streets of the Mercenary Village. He does notice that the very back of the group, the line of four behind his guards, has fallen back slightly.
He leads her through the town center and along one of the main thoroughfares of the city. This early in the morning, there is hardly anyone about, save the two of them. Occasionally, they are able to catch glimpses of the tail end of the Hand as they turn a corner.
*Trying to distract himself from the soldiers around him he focuses on the marching pattern of the person in front of him.*
Blake settles into the march with the Hand as he follows the column along the mostly empty streets of the Mercenary Village. He does notice that the very back of the group, the line of four behind his guards, has fallen back slightly.
His heart beats a little faster as he judges their distance from him and how fast he can run.
He leads her through the town center and along one of the main thoroughfares of the city. This early in the morning, there is hardly anyone about, save the two of them. Occasionally, they are able to catch glimpses of the tail end of the Hand as they turn a corner.
*Fallows. Being careful not to get left behind*
As they make their way out of the city, Tall Wymond dismounts Cheer. "We don't want to be movin' too fast, and we don't want to be high enough for them to see us."
