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WHO: Alais, Byerly, Caius, Flint
WHAT: Flint makes a ZipRecruiter account to find a new career
WHEN: Backdated a bit
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: Will edit as appropriate

The closer they come to the Gallows, the fewer glances they attract. Something about that seems backwards.

The day tastes stale. Kirkwall in Spring is mud and dust and salt, it clings grey about all motion. Alais wears the signs of recent travel, and a particular determined dread -- as though she's decided upon certain doom, and intends to be quick about it. Her hand gets them onto the ferry, their accents get them an escort. Eventually, they get an audience.

Alais shoots one last, queasy glance to Caius. Her cheeks puff out, she raises a fist to knock. The guard beats them to it.

"Commander," Ser Gareth sounds bored. "It's urgent."

"It is," She adds, defensive. "It could be important."

"It could be urgent." Gareth amends.

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That sounds a lot like not listening to Caius -- but a flash of temper is rarely productive, least of all in inclining anyone to sympathy. The clench of his jaw is cold, and the look he casts Alais increasingly wary, but they follow.

They still have their things. He still knows where the stairs are. They can still run if they have to, if they're quick.