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.
The guard immediately behind him is still there, but the last line of four are about ten feet back now. The distance is slowly increasing.
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.
Trusty, from behind a barrel, watches the proceedings and scratches his head. 'Bad stuff afoot,' he mutters to Busker, who is now in his usual place, on his master's shoulder.'Lets get out of this here town.' His face brightens. 'Let's go check out yonder Dragon City, aye?'
A few minutes later, Trusty is heading out of town, west-southwest across the Dragon Kingdom towards the capital.
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."
*Tasha nods, fallows his lead and slides off Mithrandir.*
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."
*Tasha nods, fallows his lead and slides off Mithrandir.*
They continue to follow the Hand as it heads north.
The guard immediately behind him is still there, but the last line of four are about ten feet back now. The distance is slowly increasing.
Blake decides he has nothing to lose. *Ducks to the right and turns swiftly running for a gap in the line.*
Before he gets anywhere, he feels the manacles straining against his wrists, held tight in the dwarf's hands. Suero's hand clamps down around his forearm and he is tugged back into line.
Blake decides he has nothing to lose. *Ducks to the right and turns swiftly running for a gap in the line.*
Before he gets anywhere, he feels the manacles straining against his wrists, held tight in the dwarf's hands. Suero's hand clamps down around his forearm and he is tugged back into line.
*Huffs frustratedly and settles in for a long march.*
They continue to follow the Hand as it heads north.
Walks quietly along.
They walk for a while. Tall Wymond slows his pace slightly to be alongside Tasha. "I guess, since you're 'ere, we should talk about what 'appens next."
Before he gets anywhere, he feels the manacles straining against his wrists, held tight in the dwarf's hands. Suero's hand clamps down around his forearm and he is tugged back into line.
*Huffs frustratedly and settles in for a long march.*
And it is a long march indeed, as none of the members of the Hand seem particularly interested in any form of conversation with him. But they don't seem to be outwardly hostile towards him, just rather committed to fulfilling their jobs. This in contrast to how they treat Anders. Blake can see that his chains are markedly shorter, and he notices several members of the Hand shoot him dirty looks.
They walk for a while. Tall Wymond slows his pace slightly to be alongside Tasha. "I guess, since you're 'ere, we should talk about what 'appens next."
*Huffs frustratedly and settles in for a long march.*
And it is a long march indeed, as none of the members of the Hand seem particularly interested in any form of conversation with him. But they don't seem to be outwardly hostile towards him, just rather committed to fulfilling their jobs. This in contrast to how they treat Anders. Blake can see that his chains are markedly shorter, and he notices several members of the Hand shoot him dirty looks.
They walk for a while. Tall Wymond slows his pace slightly to be alongside Tasha. "I guess, since you're 'ere, we should talk about what 'appens next."
*Turns to Tall Wymond.* "Alright."
"Well, first thing's first, I'm not quite sure where they're goin'. So we need to be careful until they get there. Not sure they'll be 'appy with us if they find out we're followin'."
And it is a long march indeed, as none of the members of the Hand seem particularly interested in any form of conversation with him. But they don't seem to be outwardly hostile towards him, just rather committed to fulfilling their jobs. This in contrast to how they treat Anders. Blake can see that his chains are markedly shorter, and he notices several members of the Hand shoot him dirty looks.
*Blake watches this go on as they march.*
Anders seems to be unaffected by it, staring forward stoically as he marches.
"Well, first thing's first, I'm not quite sure where they're goin'. So we need to be careful until they get there. Not sure they'll be 'appy with us if they find out we're followin'."
