V u l t u r e

“Knife Wife? Gotta say, never thought I’d hear that nickname again!”

Oh but with such LUCK that she had spotted a traveler on the dirt road of which she stood to the wayside.  A bright eyed boy who seemed still AWESTRUCK with the world alongside a caravan of what she could assume to be mercenaries though they were hardly dressed for the part. Regardless she’d have to be wary of them should Cleite wish to be successful.

     “My my don’t you look gullibl- I mean well traveled.”  Hand rose to meet her own cheek as a GRIN began to spread across her features.  If at worst she couldn’t get coin off this boy at the very least he could guide her to a town.  Still she beamed at the other with a faux CHEERY disposition.        “You don’t think you can help a girl out like little old me, do you?       I’m afraid I’m a bit lost.  A band of brigands accosted me &      dumped me off out in the middle of nowhere      all the while running off with my goods.”  First step was to weave a sob story.  It shouldn’t of been unbelievable there were bandits on these roads.  They were everywhere.  Where there was a road that people walked there were those who wished to exact a “toll.”  Second was to distract, the threat of bandits already a good distraction.  If the group thought there was dangers on the road, they’d be far too preoccupied looking for a threat outwards than from one near them.  At least she hoped.

                                          ❝  Satire is a sort of GLASS                    wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face                                                     but their own.  ❞     

                              ( ind & fandomless bard oc.  penned by Fafnir )                                     Mun 18+ || Multiship || Original Setting