xgkf
Tentacle God
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Re: The Art of War(Melbara/Shrike7 & Eliza/xgkf)
Eliza watched the guards silently for a while, trying to discern whatever information she could about them. There were several, counting at least four pairs on patrol; enough to perhaps get the best of Liz and Mel by themselves, but not enough to cause any real trouble for their company.
That said, the fact that she didn’t recognize the guards’ uniforms, as well as their lacking level of alertness as they patrolled, began to hint to Liz that they probably weren’t part of the enemy forces that their sergeant had warned them about. It made sense to her that a local group of guards would be less alert than a temporary mercenary or soldier encampment would, since they would be more likely to grow bored with the day-to-day of nothing happening. It also made sense that Liz or Mel should be able to recognize the uniforms of an enemy they were specifically warned about, and the fact that they didn’t suggested that these were simply this village’s local guard force.
As the guards began to convene towards one of the larger buildings, an inn, most likely, Liz turned to Mel and briefly explained her thoughts to the other woman. Afterwards, she finished, saying, “I could be wrong, but...I think it’s safe. So unless you think otherwise, I think it’ll be okay to go say hi to the villagers and explain our company’s need to use the ferry before heading back to camp.”
Eliza watched the guards silently for a while, trying to discern whatever information she could about them. There were several, counting at least four pairs on patrol; enough to perhaps get the best of Liz and Mel by themselves, but not enough to cause any real trouble for their company.
That said, the fact that she didn’t recognize the guards’ uniforms, as well as their lacking level of alertness as they patrolled, began to hint to Liz that they probably weren’t part of the enemy forces that their sergeant had warned them about. It made sense to her that a local group of guards would be less alert than a temporary mercenary or soldier encampment would, since they would be more likely to grow bored with the day-to-day of nothing happening. It also made sense that Liz or Mel should be able to recognize the uniforms of an enemy they were specifically warned about, and the fact that they didn’t suggested that these were simply this village’s local guard force.
As the guards began to convene towards one of the larger buildings, an inn, most likely, Liz turned to Mel and briefly explained her thoughts to the other woman. Afterwards, she finished, saying, “I could be wrong, but...I think it’s safe. So unless you think otherwise, I think it’ll be okay to go say hi to the villagers and explain our company’s need to use the ferry before heading back to camp.”