She had finished indeed and had overheard the men speaking. She was at a loss of what to do next. She made her way over to where they sat vigilant and made a place nearby for herself to sit.
She turned to the guard. "What are you saying sir? That you know of men who will be able to aid us? For I am certain that I know of none." The man simply smiled and puffed away on his pipe, content in his leisure. She stood and walked to the point where they had entered and cautiously looked outside. No one was in sight, but she felt they should no longer stay.
She walked back over to Awyrgan and spoke. "What do you propose we do now? Take these men with us or leave them behind? You know that I wish to make for the palace and find the children...but I am not exactly sure of the best course to take..."
No answer was brought forth at first and so she returned to her place beside the door. Her mind drifted to Quellë and hoped he was being watched over carefully. She did not know what the next hour would bring...but for some odd reason she trusted the coarse man with her, he had not betrayed her yet and his skill and experience seemed genuine.
The hood of her cloak had fallen and she repositioned it over her golden hair. She missed her fair clothing, but these new garments had not brought her misfortune as of yet. She flexed her arm slowly, it was healing properly and she would not even notice it soon.
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Ad Astra Per Aspera (A rough road leads to the stars)
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"
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