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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 19:43:58 GMT -5
She stared wide-eyed at Catherine, never thinking one so pretty could have so much foresight. No book had prepared Arania for something like this, not even the most outlandish tale of adventure. "Do you think so?" She moved toward the road, ready to hail the riders, but stopped, terrified that they, too, would be villains.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:47:13 GMT -5
The riders pass, but Catherine trudges on. "If you had a struggle in that carriage, they can't have gone much farther." As they walk up, they see the second outlaw riding his horse ahead of them, and a broken carriage. "See! Told you it'd fall apart!" Off to the west they hear voices.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 21:01:12 GMT -5
So it had. She could see no trace of Saltcliffe or Amelia in the carriage, of course. Thanks to Catherine, they easily caught up to them. "Over there!" hissed Arania, gesturing toward the voices. She was shaking with trepidation, but crept closer, her soft leather shoes shuffling through the underbrush as quietly as possible and her dagger at the ready.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 21:03:44 GMT -5
They see the seventh man join the others, staring down the Blackwall and another Ironborn. Amelia Royce's unmoving body is behind the two Ironmen.
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