Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160713030306

(I'll until Sunny shows up to continue my side's Rebel plot.)

"Sille, it's time.", Azaron finally said, grabbing his sack of Javelins while his spear rested strapped around his torso.

The Marach sister nodded and all of the others followed her through the docks. She was careful enough not to cross paths with the dock guards yet, seeing that Baron's return was essential for their plan to succeed.

"Where is this new sailor, sister?! We'll be seen if we stand here much longer...", Ardaux complained, once he realized that there was no one at the meeting spot the crew previously arranged at the docks.

"Where is the bloody fire, breton?", a low whisper answered before Sille could. The group immediately jumped and pointed their weapons towards the whisper's owner, a short hunchback breton.

"Ah, Baron!", the Marach sister let out in relief, "Is it done? Can we move?"

The hunchback nodded and smirked, "Let's take back that beautiful vessel of yours."

...

"It's time.", Fiandrael quickly glanced at the moon and informed the other two.

"Finally!", Ande sighed, clearly annoyed with the waiting. Rakhr launched him an angry stare, which prevented the breton from complaining any further.

Following the Purple Woman's lead, both the redguard and the breton seemed anxious but excited about breaking Balin out of the prision.

"Keep close.", the elven woman whispered as they finally faced Lady Fasile's keep.