Re: [3.5] The Refounding [IC]
The conflict subsided. Annabel walks around the city looking for the place where she was supposed to meet others.
Many strong warriors died in this war. Many were given a good, befitting death and many died because of treachery. Here, hiding behind pathetic defenses live pathetic remnants of a great army. Women, children, elderly and cowards. So few remained of those worth any respect... a shame.
She finally finds the tavern. She stops for a moment...
At least the ones I will meet here should be worthy. I hope they won't disappoint me.
She looks around and notices a young man with gray hair.
Private room, was it?
She walks to the meeting place, noticing grey-haired young man and other, red haired with a raven on his shoulder. Her face show neither emotion nor recognition, but she gives both of them a slightest nod, like just to acknowledge their presence.
Others are here already
She orders water, eyeing the barman with her icy-blue eyes and takes a sit waiting for others to assemble.
“No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.”
― Steven Brust
“Plan. Yes. Good idea. I should come up with a plan.”
― Steven Brust, Dzur