As the sun nears the horizon, the Hand starts to set up camp for the night. Blake and Anders are chained by their ankles to long tent spikes in the ground and their manacles are removed for the night. Two members of the Hand stand guard over them.
*Rubs wrists, and pulls knees up toward chest, draping arms over the knees and leans head back.*
After a while, the prisoners are given food. It is bland but filling and as far as Blake can tell it appears to be the same as what the soldiers are eating.
Close to sunset, Tasha and Tall Wymond crest a hill to see the Hand setting up camp for the night. "Let's set up our camp a little ways away, see if we can find some tree cover," says Tall Wymond.
Ok. *A bit distractedly fallows Tall Wymond*
They make their way into a small copse of trees. Tall Wymond takes some food out of his saddlebags and hands it to Tasha.
*Rubs wrists, and pulls knees up toward chest, draping arms over the knees and leans head back.*
After a while, the prisoners are given food. It is bland but filling and as far as Blake can tell it appears to be the same as what the soldiers are eating.
*eats a little but leaves the majority of the food.*
After a while, the prisoners are given food. It is bland but filling and as far as Blake can tell it appears to be the same as what the soldiers are eating.
*eats a little but leaves the majority of the food.*
While they are eating, an unfamiliar human woman approaches. She is dressed in dark leather armor and does not appear to be a member of the Hand. Nodding to the soldiers standing guard over them, she takes a moment to silently scan over Blake and Anders.
*eats a little but leaves the majority of the food.*
While they are eating, an unfamiliar human woman approaches. She is dressed in dark leather armor and does not appear to be a member of the Hand. Nodding to the soldiers standing guard over them, she takes a moment to silently scan over Blake and Anders.
*Watches this not particularly enjoying being evaluated by this person.*
While they are eating, an unfamiliar human woman approaches. She is dressed in dark leather armor and does not appear to be a member of the Hand. Nodding to the soldiers standing guard over them, she takes a moment to silently scan over Blake and Anders.
*Watches this not particularly enjoying being evaluated by this person.*
A few moments pass and she leaves. "So that is who has hired them," Anders says softly.
"No campfires on this trip, unfortunately." He pauses briefly. "But it looks like they aren't lighting any either."
*Eyes return to Tall Wymond. Nods* "What are they gonna do to Blake?"
"No idea. I think if they were gonna execute 'im, they would've done it before they left, but now they're marchin' to war with prisoners in tow and I don't think anyone's 'appy about that."
*Eyes return to Tall Wymond. Nods* "What are they gonna do to Blake?"
"No idea. I think if they were gonna execute 'im, they would've done it before they left, but now they're marchin' to war with prisoners in tow and I don't think anyone's 'appy about that."
"No idea. I think if they were gonna execute 'im, they would've done it before they left, but now they're marchin' to war with prisoners in tow and I don't think anyone's 'appy about that."
*Looks a bit worried* "There going to war?"
"I can't imagine why else someone would've 'ired them."
