[b]Giogoula Giorgiou and Volodar Naesandoral
[i]Cowritten [@Bingelly][/i][/b]

Giogoula finally made it to the Ardellian embassy after 30 minutes of walking and asking passerby’s for directions. She hopes that Volodar got her message and is either there or on his way. If he’s not there, then she would have to wait for him and Carter, whom she expects would smell like polluted water, if he’s not already dead.

She scanned around at the embassy exterior, eventually founding an elderly looking Elgavolk in a military jacket leaning against a pole while smoking a pipe. As she got closer, she noticed a scabbard barely visible underneath his coat.

“That’s him,” Giogoula said to herself, getting closer to Volodar while waving her left hand to get his attention. The elga nodded back, after a puff of his pipe and turned to approach Giogoula with an obvious scowl. 

"Ms. Giorgiou," he answered once close enough. "So, I presume that the Ardellian's lack of good sense finally overruled any self-preservation left in the man, though he has not been here yet. "

He reached into his pocket and produced a pocket watch.  He glanced at the dial before returning it to his vest. "It has been about a quarter of an hour since I arrived. I suspect he must have gotten waylaid. He would not have made it here that quickly without a horse or a car." 

“Your presumption is correct, sir,” she answered and explained everything to the Elgavolk, including Carter being wounded by Malloy’s rifle, the failed apprehension by her, Private Robertson, and Le Marinier, and soldiers seeing a man matching his description jumping in the river.

“I figure that if he managed to survive getting shot and falling from an airship, evaded capture by the army, and doesn’t want to hide under bridges like a troll in a fairy tale for the rest of his life, he would probably held over to this embassy for assistance,” she said, looking around for any sign of the Mainer.

"What a damned fool," Volodar scoffed as he glanced down the other side of the street. He drew another puff from the pipe before continuing. "Would you would prefer we merely apprehend him? The embassy might have a complaint if we were to cut down one of their nationals mere yards from their sovereign soil."

“Likely apprehend him if we could handle the stench,” Giogoula agreed. “He attempted to steal from the Imperial treasury when the Empire needs them the most and I’m pretty certain he attacked a few Mittlelander soldiers along the way. He would have to face justice for this mess, even if the embassy complains.”

“That being said,” she added. “I have seen a column of Mittlelander soldiers on the direction to where the airship is docked while I was searcher for Carter. I don’t know what’s about to happen but I hope Arkadios or whoever is there can handle whatever is to come.” 

"They shall handle it, I'm sure," Volodar replied. "And if the cur proves resistant, we can cripple the man then send for the shariq woman to keep him alive. Assuming, of course, that she hasn't spent her time working miracles at a hospital."

“We definitely need that Shariq girl if we want him alive since the Mainer is already wounded,” Giogoula said. She looked at the gate of the embassy. “I wonder if the gate is the only entrance to the embassy or if there are  opportunities for the Mainer to sneak in.” 

She turned to the elga. “There could be side or back gates to the embassy. Should I look around and check?”

"I'm sure there are other entrances, Ms. Giorgiou," he nodded. "But it would be wise to know where they are. I'll keep watch on the street."

“I’ll be right back,” she said and walked to the east of the building, soon away from Volodar’s view. If something happens, she would have to make a rush back to the front gate for help.