[ She leans back on the heels of her palms, looking with half-focused eyes at the looming shapes of trees and whatever crumbling walls still extend high enough to enter her line of sight. She can't feel anything, though, same as it has been since she crawled naked out of that rock, and more than anything else about this situation, that's what's making her feel like she's about to go a little insane. ]
Dunno, [ she says at last, and her own shrug is a jerky hitch beneath the thin fabric of her robe. ] Come to think of it, I haven't even seen a holy symbol on anybody's belt. Seems pretty weird to me — they're saying things like "ritual" and "preparations," but most of 'em look about as cult-y as your average city guardsman.
[ Except for the ones with black hoods, but it goes without saying that they're the ones really pulling the strings here—or, at least, directly working for whoever is. Ramirra leans forward in the space between them, still chattering without a pause for breath. ]
Okay, new bet—we've been taken hostage by a bunch of mooks, and they don't know where we're going any more than we do! Wait, wait, no, nobody will take me up on something that obvious...
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[ She leans back on the heels of her palms, looking with half-focused eyes at the looming shapes of trees and whatever crumbling walls still extend high enough to enter her line of sight. She can't feel anything, though, same as it has been since she crawled naked out of that rock, and more than anything else about this situation, that's what's making her feel like she's about to go a little insane. ]
Dunno, [ she says at last, and her own shrug is a jerky hitch beneath the thin fabric of her robe. ] Come to think of it, I haven't even seen a holy symbol on anybody's belt. Seems pretty weird to me — they're saying things like "ritual" and "preparations," but most of 'em look about as cult-y as your average city guardsman.
[ Except for the ones with black hoods, but it goes without saying that they're the ones really pulling the strings here—or, at least, directly working for whoever is. Ramirra leans forward in the space between them, still chattering without a pause for breath. ]
Okay, new bet—we've been taken hostage by a bunch of mooks, and they don't know where we're going any more than we do! Wait, wait, no, nobody will take me up on something that obvious...