WHO: GwenaΓ«lle Baudin, Nell Voss, Marcoulf Ricart, Lakshmi Bai & possibly another. WHAT: An escort mission in southern Orlais. WHEN: This month. WHERE: Halamshiral, the Dales. NOTES: Sub-headers in the comments.
[ Approaching is a red-haired woman with a staff across her back, dark wood bound with leather and topped with a curved blade. She's walking alongside her horse, a dark palfrey with Inquisition tack and no great weight in her saddlebags. She lifts a hand in return, and halts a few feet off. ] I'm Voss. You don't sound much like a Marcoulf. Bai, was it?
[ Her smile of greeting is easy, and her own accent something vaguely reminiscent of Northern or Central Europe, though her hands (bare, anchor-less, freckled across the backs) mark her as a native. She tugs at her collar with one, peeling fabric away from skin. ]
I hope the others turn up soon. The faster we get on the road, the faster we're out of this damn swamp.
[ She nods in greeting, digging about the last bit in her own gear before - stop fussing, Rani, it will be fine - she finally relents. At this point she supposed, she was either prepared or she wasn't, she supposed.
So she reties everything and settles back. ] I hope so as well. I never did like waiting when I ought to be working.
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[ Her smile of greeting is easy, and her own accent something vaguely reminiscent of Northern or Central Europe, though her hands (bare, anchor-less, freckled across the backs) mark her as a native. She tugs at her collar with one, peeling fabric away from skin. ]
I hope the others turn up soon. The faster we get on the road, the faster we're out of this damn swamp.
no subject
[ She nods in greeting, digging about the last bit in her own gear before - stop fussing, Rani, it will be fine - she finally relents. At this point she supposed, she was either prepared or she wasn't, she supposed.
So she reties everything and settles back. ] I hope so as well. I never did like waiting when I ought to be working.