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

[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?"