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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2016 20:11:47 GMT -5
Embros nods, allowing himself to be pushed while replying, "I do have somewhere to be. I will be away for some time. Rescue a captive woman." Embros catches the gate post, stopping flat, and turns, "Will you be here when I return? I would speak with you again." Embros nods once in answer, firmly, before turning to go inside.
Once inside the house, Embros moves through a well rehearsed series of motions. Firstly, making sure that all of his secrets are fully scattered, and their pieces obfuscated, unlinkable without years of study. Secondly, the false life of this household is refreshed. An entire false lifetime left out to be seen. Now with his real life, and false lives truly hidden, Embros moves upstairs to finish packing for his endeavors to come.
Making his way through the streets to the Wayfarer's Rest, a path well traveled by Bogomil. Embros makes his way inside...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2016 21:09:13 GMT -5
The green girl smiles "Well, I won't be here" She says gesturing to your mess of front lawn. "But, I won't ever be far, now go!" She says hurrying you off. "Damsels in distress and sun help us all if your not the one to do it" She giggles a little and sets back to her work in the garden. "A good wife is more faithful than the most loyal hound, don't you know?" She asks smiling.
When you head inside you manage to get all your affairs in order without much problem and occasionally you pass a glance out the windows to see your "wife" dutifully pulling out weeds and tending to the plants as a good gardener does. You pack up your gear and your ready to go without incident.
Making your way down the road to the Wayfarer's Rest is relatively easy given its noon-ish and you have to push your way passed some people going about their day, although most tend to stay out of your path if they see you coming. You arrive without incident and are greeted to a particularly appetizing smell wafting in from the Inn's kitchen. Its bacon and it smells good enough your mouth almost waters as the scent rolls across your tongue. As you enter your greeted with a nod by the usual fellow and see all the familiar faces Bogomil is accustomed too
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2016 21:10:42 GMT -5
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