Tapping her rings together subconsciously Zoran-Thiea thought awhile, and then nodded to the man. "Marr..." She repeated aloud. "Zoran-Thiea." Extending her hand forward and catching the edge of her skirt with her other hand, she curtsied vaguely and nodded to him. Was it too much? She sighed and turned away. How was a woods-woman to be expected to keep up with common customs. Lindria held a delicate hand over her pale lips, in a slight attempt to conceal her smile of embarrassment toward the other woman, but then she turned her eyes go the Rosilian man and nodded.

"And I am Lindria. An old, _friend_." Zoran-Thiea seemed to not even notice the other now speaking, for her thoughts had already shifted onto the next step.

"Bring me cold water, luv." She then said, turning to Lindria, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. 

* * *

Zoran-Thiea loomed above the soundly sleeping drunkard with a wicked smile on her lips. "Wake up, sir." She called to him, but he wouldn't even flinch. "_Wake uuuuuup_..." She called again, in a sing-song voice, yet he still lay motionless. "Well then..." With a bit of maniacal laughter she dumped a basin of cold water upon the man's head. Lindria gasped and cursed,

"You'll ruin my furniture you twat!" The woman scolded, rushing away no doubt to grab some fresh towels to sop up this new mess.

* * *

The streets of Kantle were always dark, and the nearer to the Castle, the darker it's shadow became. It loomed over the town as a reminder of the iron fist by which the kingdom was run and the inequality which thusly plagued it. Her plan had been simple, but it was a plan at the least. As a way to move about the streets without being stopped, or seeming very conspicuous, they walked with both Zoran-Thiea's hands as well as Lindria's hands bound behind each of their backs, the man called Marr ushered them along as prisoners, and Okita...well Okita was surely around somewhere. _Unless of course he had found some change in the gutter to buy himself a bottle of sake._ Zoran-Thiea thought, as she glanced over her shoulder in search of the odd man.

Instead she noticed some soldiers marching the streets, headed in their direction and near to approaching them. It was their standard route, of course, but she was unsure of how inconspicuous their plan may really be. Struggling a bit in her binds, she sighed as their eyes fell this way. The mute bastard wouldn't be able to say anything to keep the guards moving along. "You better make it look convincing." Zoran-Thiea muttered, forgetting the man probably couldn't understand a word of it. "You damn preppy Rosilians are too polite to act as a true guard of Kantle..." She groaned, and then made a wild struggle against her restraints as they walked past the other soldiers. Throwing her head back, and doing her best to land a hit against Marr, she struggled and cussed and kicked, like any good prisoner would.