[quote=@gorgenmast]
With a whip of the reigns of the chariot, Vatikar, Assallya, and the Black Hats were on their way to Grayweald.
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Assallya had to admit she wasn't much for the woods.  It took her far too long to realize that this was the location of the ambush of earlier.  Then again, she reminded herself, she hadn't really been able to see what was going on here since she'd been locked away inside the prison wagon.

She moved amongst the bodies, bare feet pressing into the snow without care for the cold; such was the benefit of her magical jewelry.  Iron links of the chains attached to her manacles clinked as she stepped.   Azure eyes examined the remains of the ambush, searching for something, anything that spoke of the rebels.  A cast off piece of clothing, a dropped blade, or lost blood from a gushing wound.  Such things were very valuable in divination.  Unfortunately, there seemed to be little of use here.  It had been near a total rout.

While she searched she also considered.  This Vatikar seemed to appreciate her abilities.  Maybe she really should rethink her original plan of running off at first opportunity.  With his lauding there could be a place for her in the Lord's entourage, a position of power.  No more slumming it with petty vagabonds, thieves and adventurers but lands of her own to hold in trust for Lord Octa.  Personally, she thought that she would make a fine lady.

She had been about to comment on the lack of useful clues when she experienced a forceful grasp on her arm and was drawn back towards the chariot.  A town called Grayweald?  The dancing girl considered.  She wasn't sure if she liked the idea.  Any number of townsfolke could be supportive of the rebels' cause and rush away to warn them of the hunting party ruining any chance at surprise.