Snippet #2735224

Cynthia took in a breath of the fresh air as she left the fort. She noticed the wind had picked up and the wind smelled of the sea.
Cynthia frowned and headed to the nearest tower. She climbed the tower the vines helping her until she finally reached the top. From there she could see clear back to the the town. She could also see the sea and a storm coming. Judging from what her foster mother the druid taught her about storms she figured it would be about an hour until the storm got to the fort. About that time she heard Ebba's voice....

Cynthia climbed down the tower jumping off about ten feet from the bottom. She landed on her feet and looked at Ebba. "I got some bad news... There's a storm heading right for us... should be here in about an hour..." Cynthia informed Ebba. "We have a few options.... We can try to get to the traders I spoke of but I'm not sure if we would get there before the storm caught up with us. There are some caves between here and there we could hold up in... Or we could just stay in the fort till the storm passes...the problem with stay in the fort is that this storm will take at least until the morning to pass over us and then we would have to move slow as not to catch up with the storm. I'm sure when you don't come back tonight your friend...and anyone else he might bring will be right on our trail with no headstart at all...I leave the choice to you.."