in the enemy's grippe

[tender]

WHO: Nikos, Derrica, Lino
WHAT: in the enemy's grippe
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: Nevarra City
NOTES: Chances of a light stabbing

Stealing the sedate robes of a healer was the easy part. Coming up with the plan was even easy, but now that it's time to put it into practice, Derrica is suddenly very aware of everything that could go wrong.

She'd like to be successful in this. So maybe she thinks that about every single assignment she's given, but that doesn't make it any less compelling in the moment.

"Try not to speak at all," Derrica reminds Lino, reaching over to tug at the sleeve of Nikos' robe until it hangs just right, down over his wrists. This seems to be the only thing Derrica has fully committed to: Lino should not be the one in charge of sweet talking their way into the Chantry.

Technically, Derrica is the only one among them who isn't lying, but she's also the only one among them who is clammy with nerves at the idea of being within the Chantry.

"Are we ready?" she asks, looking between them. "Do we need to go over it again?"

Comments

[imbroccata]

So maybe he stands too straight to be feeble, maybe he's too broad to pass as bookish, but bodyguard? More than that, a silent bodyguard.

Fine.

Lino responds to Derrica with a raised brow and a series of hand gestures generally reserved for the deaf. Not that he says anything of value, of course. It starts with I don't need to go over it again and ends with some very unkind things about Nikos' drinking and how it might affect the functionality of his staff.