Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150122223325

Victorius jumped up when he felt someone touch his shoulder. "Gah! Who's there?!"

It was the Breton girl from before. Wraith's "confidant". Claire...

I wonder what she is to him, he thought. ''Just a friend? An ally? A hostage? A daughter? A sister? A... lover?''

"S-sorry!" she said. "I should have called for you instead. I understand you must be a little on the edge right now."

"You're damn right I am!" panted Victorius. "So, why do you show up now?"

"To... to get you out of here of course", she replied nervously. "This escape didn't go exactly accordingly to Wraith's plan. He didn't anticipate that the guards would react this quickly. As a precautin he instructed me to guide you out of here if anything like this were to happen."

"Great!" he said and clapped his hands together. "Where to?"

She put a finger to her mouth, looking a bit lost herself. "Uhm... this... no, that way!"

"That way? You sure?"

She nodded and pulled her brown cap a bit further down her eyes. It was clear that she tried to hide her identity from anyone, which was understandable, being an accomplice to an assassin of nobles.

"Follow me", she whispered and took his hand.

He hesitated when he noticed how unsure she was. He followed her past the crowds of people stopped by guards. She dragged his wrist so hard he thought she was going to pull his arm off.

"Hey, slow down, would you?" he begged.

"No time!" she replied. "If we are not out of the city within an hour then we will probably be forced to stay here until they cancel the lockdown. That can be for days for all I know, and I don't think either of us have the time to wait."

"Fine then", he said. "Mind telling me your name?"

"You already know my name", replied the Breton. "It's Claire."

"Yeah, but your full name?"

She looked at him with lowered eyebrows. "I aint a bloody noble. I don't have a last name. Claire the Bastard, they call me."

"Easy", he said, afraid that he might have insulted here. "I didn't mean to pry."

"Just stay quiet until we are out of the city, alright?"

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Valkyrie couldn't explain why it felt important, but from afar she had seen a Breton girl drag away some Imperial youngster. They had acted upon the emotion of determination. Determination to leave the city. The girl knew a way out...

She turned to the guard. "Would you excuse me?" she muttered.

"Of course, mylady. Now when we are issuing the lockdown there is no risk of letting you get out of here."

Whatever...

She tried to catch up with the Imperial and the Breton. The girl looked as if she knew her way around. She looked like one of those "forgotten" people of the slums. Those who knew every inch of the town by heart, looking for dropped coins and a place to rest their heads for the night. If anyone knew so much of a secret passageway out of the city it would be them...

She made hesitation, but decided to follow them, lumbering her way towards the gates with determined and fast-paced footsteps...