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With the essentials arranged and the party more or less outfitted, Joffrey led them from the armory. And as they departed, he nodded to his darkling lieutenant, who stayed behind. Evidently she had some words to share with the guards.
"I think it is unwise to rouse any further suspicion," he declares, not to anyone in particular. "We shall have to disguise you, if you are to leave the city unhindered. A troupe of actors, perhaps. Or merchants. Your transport awaits outside."
Attentive members of the team may note that for some reason there are very few persons of any sort wandering the halls in Joffrey's wake. Either he is leading them into a less-used portion of the palace, or perhaps it is only the late hour that was to blame. The torches and candelabrae struggle against the cool black syrup of the night; footsteps echo louder, and the sinister penitent hissing of night-beetles creeps in through the windows.
Eventually a rough stone gallery opens before them. In the overhang outside, the party might espy an empty carriage of six seats, and a team of horses whose color was lost in the low light.
A crisp, brisk thrill hangs in the air: the promise of adventures to come.
Joffrey draws the group into a rather musty little room and shuts the door behind them, which plunges them all into pitch blackness.
"I think it is unwise to rouse any further suspicion," he declares, not to anyone in particular. "We shall have to disguise you, if you are to leave the city unhindered. A troupe of actors, perhaps. Or merchants. Your transport awaits outside."
Attentive members of the team may note that for some reason there are very few persons of any sort wandering the halls in Joffrey's wake. Either he is leading them into a less-used portion of the palace, or perhaps it is only the late hour that was to blame. The torches and candelabrae struggle against the cool black syrup of the night; footsteps echo louder, and the sinister penitent hissing of night-beetles creeps in through the windows.
Eventually a rough stone gallery opens before them. In the overhang outside, the party might espy an empty carriage of six seats, and a team of horses whose color was lost in the low light.
A crisp, brisk thrill hangs in the air: the promise of adventures to come.
Joffrey draws the group into a rather musty little room and shuts the door behind them, which plunges them all into pitch blackness.
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"I came from the Emperor Ichijo's court in Japan," she says. "I've been on quite a long journey. This was only meant to be a stop along the way."
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"No, I'm merely a lady of the court," she says. "A companion to Empress Teishi."
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She fiddles with her hair and checks to make sure her possessions are still secure in it's tangles. "I came from the Flagrent Marsh. The local humans called it 'Death-Howl Swamp'." She pauses thinking on how others might perceive it given the title. "Oh, but don't let the name fool you it, uh, wasn't very noisy."
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That, if nothing else, catches his attention. He had hitherto assumed everyone else had come from somewhere in this... world, for lack of a better term, but that couldn't be true if her home was Japan. Could it?
"How... did you travel here? If I can ask."
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"And nothing... odd happened during your journey?" he ventures, although even he has to admit it is a little desperate. She would've mentioned, surely, any inter-dimensional portals popping up.
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