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[tender]

WHO: Derrica and Allumin
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Late August, early Kingsway
WHERE: Between Wildervale and Starkhaven
NOTES: mission notes.

Days pass.

Between them is a little book passed off by the last pair to occupy this observation point; over the past few days their shared notes have picked up where the last team's had left off, filling the pages and detailing the comings and goings of Imperium soldiers. It's not exciting work. But there is some sense of accomplishment. They have done exactly what they were meant to do, and Scouting will be able to make something of this.

Derrica is not a scout, doesn't exactly understand the work, but they've more or less managed their piece of the work. She's propped her chin on one hand, attention on the river, even as she asks, "Do you need to stretch your legs, or are you alright to wait a little longer?"

Now might be as good a time as any. It's quiet. (It's been quiet, apart from what the passing boats.) And he's so much taller than she is that it is probably a real necessity for him in a way it isn't for Derrica.

Comments

[tender]

A flask?

Derrica's quizzical expression softens slightly as she considers the reasons a man might ask for a flask before a fight. Nerves, most likely. She shakes her head, brow pinched apologetically.

"I don't. I'm sorry."

Likely she hadn't brought one for the same reasons Allumin hadn't: they were meant to be working, observing, and anything that might distract them from that goal had been left behind.

"You'll do just fine," she reassures quickly. "I'll keep you warded with a barrier, so you can just concentrate on your casting."