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[color=peru]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Castle town
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Lyra Carris, Ashe
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] [@Blizz] [@Timemaster][/center]

Captain Stratya had melded in with the common folk. She worked odd jobs for spending money, and stayed in a room at the tavern. She'd worked with a local bank to hold her more precious belongings, like her armor. With a bit of exchanged currency, the bank was the only one that knew she was a foreigner, though she didn't try particularly hard to hide it. She only really wanted to conceal her status, at least for a little bit.

While it was fun to be a commoner again for a while, she did have work to do. Between hearing of the appearance of a high-ranking military officer and a rumor about nobles having some kind of [i]warehouse party[/i] (oh dear), Stratya knew it was time to go back to work. She retrieved her armor, heralding, and other sensitive belongings from the bank.

Now dressed recognizably, Stratya had a choice. For once, she didn't have to make the choice, however. She was making her way toward the castle when she saw that high-ranking officer she heard about leaving an eatery with a woman. Including her own, that made for an awful lot of foreign swords in one place. It was the kind of thing that might make a new guard nervous, but more veteran guards should be used to it.

The officer bore colors she didn't recognize, and the other woman had a strange sword, long and curved back and narrow. "[color=peru]Here I thought all foreign dignitaries would be in the castle. Well, I guess that makes three of us,[/color]" as though she wasn't already aware that she would find this particular officer in the town. "[color=peru]Captain Durmand, of Caesonia.[/color]"