Follow the Road[Eolande,Tempest] Dec 9, 2017 13:17:48 GMT
Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 9, 2017 13:17:48 GMT
The roads were far too crowded for Ruth's taste. She supposed she should've expected it, what with the upcoming Battle Royale. People peppered the roads, some setting up temporary marketplaces at crossroads, while others banded together in makeshift camps. Ruth regretted taking this particular route to the Lledrith School, especially when the roads became even more congested.
So much so, she had trouble weaving between carts and wagons with her horse. Something was amiss, she realized then, and promptly barked a command at someone to tell her what happened. Turns out there was a mishap up ahead, something involving a carriage... or was it a wagon? As she kept on asking different people, the supposed witnesses couldn't quite make up their minds about that one.
Sighing in resignation to her luck, Ruth guided her horse forward so that she could take a gander herself. But even a mile later, there was no end in sight of the crowd, or the incident that caused it in the first place. One more mile later, after the mercenary had to actually dismount to properly lead her horse through the mess, she finally heard commotion that sounded like a few people arguing over blame. And by the sound of it, it was two wagons that have collided on the road, and a carriage was just sitting nearby, stuck in the crowd even as the guards of it tried helplessly to keep the commonfolk away.
Ruth's eyes scanned over the chaos, a scowl appearing on her face. As much as she just wanted to skirt around it and keep going, it looked as though some assistance was needed. If nothing else, she was certain she could clear the nearby trees to make way for people to pass.
First things first, though.
"Alright!" Snapped the fireball for hire as she approached the wagon. "Who the fuck is in charge of this mess!?" She demanded, making people flinch from the loudness of her voice. At least those who didn't slither away from her on sight.
Ruth didn't even think about her own appearance as she attracted attention. She was clearly a hybrid, sporting draconic wings upon her back, and her kind was at best ignored, at worst prosecuted and killed. There were no laws protecting her species, but the woman didn't much care for that. Decked out as any warrior, she sported hardened leather over her torso, and sprawling plates of steel over arms and legs to protect those. Between her wings sat a fairly long blade, the hilt of it easy to reach over one shoulder.
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Tag: Eolande Ashwin | Tempest Meadowlark