Snippet #2579018

Brainde, Merrowvale
October 21, 2014--6:04 PM

As if he didn't look distressed enough before Altara started talking, Richard put his face in his hands. "I don't know. We may have to take her along, although I don't know how I'll be able to support all these followers," he responded mentally. After that (and a short verbal greeting), he began conversing with Uona.

While they were standing around, Altara started to wonder if she should break off for a bit and see about that thing she had spotted in the merchant's cart. Her gaze started to wander, prompting Lyra looked at her anxiously. "A-Altara...s-shouldn't you be, um, p-paying a bit more a-attention?" she asked, nudging the red-haired knight on the shoulder.

"Huh? Well...we didn't really get a chance to grab supplies before we came here with Uona," Altara replied, looking a bit concerned. "Perhaps it'd be best to-"

"Best not to let his efforts be put to waste. We leave now." Richard's words were so (im)perfectly timed that it was actually a bit funny, especially because he wasn't talking to Altara herself. He took two steps forward before turning to Altara and gesturing to Lyra with his hand. "I've got provisions for her, but if need be, it might be necessary to hunt for food. Just a worst case scenario though, think nothing much of it please. If you really need to stay for a period longer, however, now's the time to say." No sooner had he finished talking, than he started walking away, with Validus following.

Lyra and Altara looked at each other, a little bit dismayed about not being able to get more supplies. But Altara just shrugged, took the elf girl by the hand, and hurried to catch up with Richard. From the looks of it, they were heading down a main street down towards the southern gate.

As they walked on, Altara heard Uona talking to Richard about what was going on with him. So these were the details she hadn't asked for...how bizarre. What could be so valuable to a school? Very strange...

"We'll be fine with hunting, by the way," she cut in, not thinking about how rude it was to do so. "Or at least, I will. Don't know about your tastes, though, Richard...hey, Lyra, you ever eat bear meat cooked over a fire?"

The elf girl looked at her with a less than enthusiastic expression.