Signus
Well-Known Member
The man who'd introduced himself as Miller, followed by his band of thugs, ushered Cassius and the others out of the tavern and down the street, towards the gates of the town. The mercenaries weren't shy about shouting and shoving civilians out of their way. The few guardsmen Cassius saw along their route averted their eyes, apparently wanting no quarrel with the band of sellswords. Or maybe there was more to it. Whoever the lord Miller served was, they clearly had enough sway to convince the authorities in Northpoint to look the other way. Through bribery or intimidation, the old soldier wasn't sure. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the truth either. Something tasted foul about the whole situation.
Thanks mostly to the mercenaries uncouth approach to clearing a path, they and the group Cassius had met with, made it to the gate in good time. A trio of figures were waiting just inside, sharing the appearance of Cassius and some of the others who'd shown up in Northpoint. A fourth person, a woman who seemed to know the leader of the group that had shown up at the tavern, was with them. "Is this all of them, Miller?" She called out.
Miller shrugged "didn't see any more. If they're not here now, they aren't coming. Are the wagons ready?"
The woman looked out the open gateway before turning back. "Just getting here now."
Apparently satisfied, Miller turned to the group he'd brought from the tavern. "All right. Get yourselves to a wagon, I don't care who goes where or in what order. We're movin' out immediately!" With that, he lead the rest of them outside, where a number of men and women on foot and on horses were waiting. Bracketed between them were three carriages, boxy and with a window on either side of a small doorway. A driver sat on the bench of each, a man with a heavy crossbow beside them. Miller looked at Cassius and cocked an eyebrow. "You waiting for an invitation or what?" Ignoring the impending sense of doom, Cassius boarded the lead carriage, noting their was room for three other individuals inside.
Thanks mostly to the mercenaries uncouth approach to clearing a path, they and the group Cassius had met with, made it to the gate in good time. A trio of figures were waiting just inside, sharing the appearance of Cassius and some of the others who'd shown up in Northpoint. A fourth person, a woman who seemed to know the leader of the group that had shown up at the tavern, was with them. "Is this all of them, Miller?" She called out.
Miller shrugged "didn't see any more. If they're not here now, they aren't coming. Are the wagons ready?"
The woman looked out the open gateway before turning back. "Just getting here now."
Apparently satisfied, Miller turned to the group he'd brought from the tavern. "All right. Get yourselves to a wagon, I don't care who goes where or in what order. We're movin' out immediately!" With that, he lead the rest of them outside, where a number of men and women on foot and on horses were waiting. Bracketed between them were three carriages, boxy and with a window on either side of a small doorway. A driver sat on the bench of each, a man with a heavy crossbow beside them. Miller looked at Cassius and cocked an eyebrow. "You waiting for an invitation or what?" Ignoring the impending sense of doom, Cassius boarded the lead carriage, noting their was room for three other individuals inside.