war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[heirring]

"Very good. This way."

At the very least, her lopped off arm seems to have no effect whatsoever on the speed as which she travels overland, even in a crumbling ruin such as the one they find themselves in now. With a swirl of her skirts, Wysteria traipses away from the ominous shadowed rift and leads the way out into the surrounding fragmented structure.

She isn't measuring carefully. Not yet. Instead, she simply forges out, meaning to wander as far as the effects are visible. Once they reach the edge, they may make their way more carefully and methodically back.

"How were your travels, Warden? You've been away from the Gallows for some time."

Surprise; she can multitask.

[doneisdone]

"Fruitful," Teren replies distractedly, her shrewd gaze following Wysteria's path and the rot that surrounds them. She doesn't elaborate; it may just be that it's for Wardens and no one else to know, or it may just be that she's Teren.

"How do you intend to measure this?"

[heirring]

"In paces." See, she can do this brief, very direct sort of answering of questions tactic too. Wysteria in her hard soled field boots scrabbles over a few chunks of crumbled jet-dark stone.

"Were you attending to Warden business, or to war business? Or to some combination of the two?"