[CLOSED] Hundred thousand changes, everything's the same

[archademode]

WHO: Gabranth + Jone
WHAT: two rowdy fightclubbers on a mission
WHEN: current...ish (do I ever do anything 100% current?? probably no)
WHERE: Nevarra, spanning the trade routes
NOTES: NA so far, potentially violence, will add as needed

The orders are straightforward, shared in detail on the stretching journey northward, long before heavy hooves trot a steady pace atop dirt roads stiff with fainter chill compared to southern humidity: thieves, in guise of roaming dead, are to be removed from their current efforts in order to spare the people of Nevarra further troubles. In success of any sort, esteem will no doubt weave itself into the shadow of Riftwatch's efforts, if only in some small, definitive amount.

Yet they lack allure to hungry eyes, the two of them. Visibly they are no simple prey— and so they will need to set a trap of their own, Gabranth asserts, by way of tailing a caravan as it passes along its course.

“You have experience with...the unrefined,” Gabranth starts, his gaze falling across Jone's high-set shoulder where he's seated on horseback behind her. She is the better rider, and one horse makes for a far more discreet shadowing of the merchants they follow at distance.

“Do you think yourself capable of persuading these thieves to join our cause?”

His disdain is palpable, more so when he speaks. If it were his choice alone, he would cull the cutthroats down to the last— but these roads are rife with information within territory he vaguely knows to be valuable. For the sake of their cause, he will endeavor to forego his own instincts.

It would not be the first time.