"Ah, yes ma’am, we’ll get to work right away, ma’am" said Private Miles.
"Good, and if one of you would be so kind as to take this man along to the post for questioning I would appreciate it very much."
"Yes ma’am, right away ma’am!" chirped Private Booker. He took the prisoner, still swearing behind the gag and lead him down a side alley.
Ashen sighed and took a deep breath. This was apparently not a good idea, as it made her side sting with pain again. Thankfully this seemed to clear her head somewhat and she called out to the remaining guard.
"Oh, Private Miles, did you happen to see a woman in a white dress come along here?"
"Yes ma’am, saw her getting dragged along by some kid in a black cloak, quite a strange sight if I do say so myself."
"And did you happen to see where they were headed?"
The man scratched his chin, which had few bits of stubble still obstinately poking through.
"My guess is that they were headed near the centre of town. I think they were getting chased by them lot." He pointed vaguely at the large amount of people milling about the scene of destruction.
"Yeah, I think I remember them a bit", he nodded slowly to himself, "kid was a brandt if I remember right".
"A brandt huh?" She walked a few steps to the side, her chin on her hand in a thoughtful pose.
"Don't see many of those around here."
"Yes ma'am. Some people kinda find them a bit weird, with the fur an' all." He shuffled slightly and rested on his spear again, thankful that the conversation had shifted away from something about himself. Ashen walked paced a few times in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. Then she lifted her head and spoke.
"Right, well I'm going to go after them. You two stay here and try to sort this out, understood?"
"Yes ma’am"
"Good, now get to it. Oh, and lend me your sword while you’re at it."
A couple of minutes later and after a fair bit of navigation, she made it through the large crush of traffic and was running down the street towards the inner city.
She had a plan, and it was quite simple in it’s planning and execution. Find the
"Good, and if one of you would be so kind as to take this man along to the post for questioning I would appreciate it very much."
"Yes ma’am, right away ma’am!" chirped Private Booker. He took the prisoner, still swearing behind the gag and lead him down a side alley.
Ashen sighed and took a deep breath. This was apparently not a good idea, as it made her side sting with pain again. Thankfully this seemed to clear her head somewhat and she called out to the remaining guard.
"Oh, Private Miles, did you happen to see a woman in a white dress come along here?"
"Yes ma’am, saw her getting dragged along by some kid in a black cloak, quite a strange sight if I do say so myself."
"And did you happen to see where they were headed?"
The man scratched his chin, which had few bits of stubble still obstinately poking through.
"My guess is that they were headed near the centre of town. I think they were getting chased by them lot." He pointed vaguely at the large amount of people milling about the scene of destruction.
"Yeah, I think I remember them a bit", he nodded slowly to himself, "kid was a brandt if I remember right".
"A brandt huh?" She walked a few steps to the side, her chin on her hand in a thoughtful pose.
"Don't see many of those around here."
"Yes ma'am. Some people kinda find them a bit weird, with the fur an' all." He shuffled slightly and rested on his spear again, thankful that the conversation had shifted away from something about himself. Ashen walked paced a few times in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. Then she lifted her head and spoke.
"Right, well I'm going to go after them. You two stay here and try to sort this out, understood?"
"Yes ma’am"
"Good, now get to it. Oh, and lend me your sword while you’re at it."
A couple of minutes later and after a fair bit of navigation, she made it through the large crush of traffic and was running down the street towards the inner city.
She had a plan, and it was quite simple in it’s planning and execution. Find the
