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free. Yasha went on her own path while the rest of
you, the six of you, decided strength in numbers,
and at the time being, you all seem to enjoy each
other’s company. Purchasing a fresh
map, looking at your future prospects and your
dwindling funds, you decided to head northward,
towards the city of Zadash by way of the Golden
Road, past the city of Alfield. And that is where
we left off, as you had smacked the rear end of
the single horse and cart, and sent it spooked
into the northern field.
LAURA: We chased after it, right?
MATT: You do. You chase after it to keep up.
LAURA: We don’t just lose it.
MATT: Being relatively before noon at this point
in time, you’re heading northward along the Amber
Road. The well-packed dirt of the ten-foot roadway
gives you a clear path towards your next
destination. The gentle creak of the cart mingles
with the clomping of the horse hooves as you push
forward. The midday air is warmer than you
expected. The sky’s common gray presence is broken
into smaller cloud patches, the victorious blue
peeking through. You guys continue for a few hours,
talking amongst yourselves a bit. If there are any
questions you wish to ask each other, now is
the time.
SAM: Any questions?
MATT: Meaning if there is anything coming out of
the city you wanted to talk about, otherwise I’m
going to continue to push forward with your
journey. So stop me at any point.
TRAVIS: Is Beau– is her face all jibbity-jacked,
or is it pretty normal-looking at this point?
MATT: Make a perception check.
TRAVIS: Not that I watched anything from last week,
because I didn’t! 16.
MATT: You can see there is some faint bruising
starting to show on the left side of the face.
TRAVIS: I bet she doesn’t want to talk about that.
That’s a good shiner.
MARISHA: Thanks.
TRAVIS: Did you give as good as you got?
MARISHA: I wouldn’t say I won, because I lost.
But I did pretty good. What color is it right now?
Is it in that orange-ish purple–
TRAVIS: It’s got the green-yellow sunset
happening, things are starting to spread. Tomorrow
will be–
MARISHA: Right. Got that little orangey. Mm-hmm.
LAURA: It’s really pretty.
MARISHA: Thanks.
TALIESIN: Significant improvement.
TRAVIS: That trouble going to follow you as we go
on our way, or do you think you’re free and clear?
MARISHA: Oh no, that was just a little bar fight.
Nothing. Just a little friendly sparring. Nothing crazy.
TRAVIS: Nice.
LAURA: Does anyone want a donut from my bag?
TALIESIN: Yes, I’ll have a donut, thank you,
please.