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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=E3485D][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Eoldysseus, Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/right][/sub][/color][hr]
[color=E3485D][i]We’re halfway to Thlecia. Probably nearing the next stop -- Hitzestadt.[/i][/color]

Pythia Nsiferum sat in her seat as she thought about the progress to [u]Hitzestadt[/u], the town she had designated on her map as a place of interest and a location of a royal cache. Being on the run as a rebel mage had taught her to operate as efficiently as possible. Her father’s notes about the loyalist caches and contacts had been useful to her for the better part of the last four years; though The Inquistion had compromised more than a few in that time just the same. Still, she had not been to Hitzestadt in three years and she had left the cache relatively untouched. She was low on currency, and she was low on patience. It also was useful that one of the clergy that had been involved in the extermination of her family had set themselves up as the Cleric of Hitzestadt at the same time. Two birds, one stone. She could resupply and have some fresh answers--or at least that was the plan.

As for Alaric Fasarus, Pythia thought him of little significance. He was low ranking member of the Ecclesiae and as such wouldn’t have the information she [i]wanted[/i] and even [i]if[/i] he did she wasn’t sure if the collateral damage would be worth it. While the young red-haired girl was undeniably fiery and arrogant, she wasn’t without intelligence and foresight to understand the dangers of such an action. 

She knew that fighting on a railway barge was a good way to convince the people around you that you were justifiably an enemy of the state and as much as she didn’t care about the opinion of strangers and fools, Pythia understood that certain actions were lacking in foresight.  Not to mention her particular magic would run like a current and[i] possibly kill everyone[/i] in the barge’s cabins if used carelessly. Pythia didn’t want to be known as the rebel princess who had made an enemy of [i]both[/i] the bourgeoisie and the commonfolk. What allies and resources could she have if she did such a thing? The wise thing would be to sit at the ready, follow Alaric when he got off at his stop, and strike before he made it to wherever he was going.

This was, of course, assuming that you wanted to interrogate the cleric in question; which Pythia did not.

Still, she kept her wits about her; there were other rebels in the Imperium who might be interested in the cleric so the likelihood of a possible confrontation on the barge was something Pythia had to be prepared for. Pythia had been in situations before where she hadn’t been immediately involved in the beginning of a fight, after all. So with her ears open she continued sitting on her seat, holding a small book with only her right hand as she read the script, and remaining quiet. She never had been much for the small talk of strangers, though that did not ever stop men from trying to engage with her or women to gossip about something inane while Pythia tried to travel in silence. She wondered if this trip would be the exception.

But would it?

She hoped not. The book she was reading was just starting to get good.

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