[closed] when im on the road i see stuff going by

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, & Luana, with guest appearance by Raleigh Samson
WHAT: Wysteria and Luana go on an adventure to join the Battle of Ghislain
WHEN: Pre-Ghislain (gestures vaguely at travel times)
WHERE: All over the Maker's blighted earth.
NOTES: Phenomenally stupid decision making.

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"Nah," he answers, casual as you please. "I'm gentle as a kitten these days. Ain't that right, Derry?"

"Indeed, gentle as. He's adorable, really."

"All right, get off it." Hers is a serious question, though, and should be respected with a serious answer, for which he clears his throat as though to dispel any bits of banter still remaining. He's keeping his strides a bit short, so as not to overtake her while they all travel—and keeping a cordial distance from her person, outside of arm's reach. "The truth of it is, I'm a prisoner of the Inquisition. Have been for the greater part of two years, in fact. But you needn't worry any. Truth is, my lady, I'm lucky to be where I am. Hang on," he interrupts himself, and raises his arm to signal a pause.

While Ser Derry's hand doesn't move to his sword, he tenses in the moment, and his friendly expression grows tight. He knows better than his muscles do that this isn't a hostile gesture—but only just.

Samson's only pointing to a certain doorway. "That's a service passage, there. It'll be quicker down to the docks."

[heirring]

She pauses there at his behest, though despite the the questionable quality of her company, she hardly seems wary. She instead perks up considerably - "Oh, how marvelous," - and sweeps past him to lead the way through the doorway. Just by a half step or two, mind you. It would be strange to lead while she's enjoying the pretense of being escorted.

Ha. Escorted by a prisoner and his escort. If she were more of a wit, there might be a joke to be made there. Unfortunately:

"You must be a very useful sort of prisoner to be kept so long, Messere. And to be allowed outside of your cell. I wasn't aware the Inquisition was so generous. Well, no. I suppose I did." They give her things to wear and sensible shoes and she thinks they would have done all those things even if she hadn't officially put her name on the books. Granted, the shard in her hand has something to do with it-- but still. No one is making her pay off what she'd been given out of her stipend and they very well could. "Have you been here in the Gallows all that time? I confess I've never noticed you. Which isn't unheard of, I suppose. But I pride myself on having something of a keen, observant eye."