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[color=9B1436]"Yes, this is definitely a better idea. Though I'm trained with a sword, I've never owned one of my own. Thank you!"[/color] Eilidh replied happily. In truth, she was a creature of sentiment, and whenever she needed shoeing, she had her old horseshoes melted down and made into new ones, so she'd always been wearing the same set in a way. After buckling the sheath to her waist, she cocked her head. [color=9B1436]"But wait. How are you going to fight now?"[/color]

Instead of answering, he gestured them on towards their destination. When Eilidh received a command to stay low, she huffed with annoyed amusement and leaned her upper body forward until she was only the height and inconspicuousness of an adult horse. The downside to this, besides sticking out like a sore thumb, was that it made her cleavage hang, and every time Ian turned round to check on her, he got an eyeful and a half of bare skin. It made for awkward sneaking overall. Eilidh was relieved when they finally reached Coldstep Pass, and could survey the camp that housed their target.

[color=9B1436]"It's as good a plan as any,"[/color] the Centaur responded to his proposal. [color=9B1436]"I'm not good at sneaking, as you may have noticed. I'm large and eye catching. Let me be the distraction. Besides, an open fight with armed assailants suits me fine."[/color]


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Rebecca watched with thinly veiled horror at the brutal killing of the man. The stories about the Varjan lands were true. In fact, they hadn't been done justice. At least here there was little chance of her being recognised unlike in Varjo itself, where the Order presence was stronger and more intelligent. She decided, they way that they looked at her the moment they turned round, that she must pretend to be a legitimate Priestess of the order once again. It would be riskier to stay silent and try to blend in wearing a dress like this. So she approached the two men with her serene, dignified and confident gait, falling back into the role as if she had only turned traitor yesterday.

[color=edd902]"Blessings of the Chief God be upon thee, Gentlemen. What was the crime of that man that you delivered judgement upon?"[/color]

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