Thank him
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Revision as of 21:27, 5 March 2016
"Thank you," You whisper, feeling a lump rise in your throat. "Thank you."
You could be much worse off. Work is nothing compared to how you might have been treated. You know the stranger's kindness can only go so far, considering you've cost him quite a bit and you're old enough to have some degree of independence. He notices your face crumble up, and becomes a little alarmed as hot tears trickle down your cheeks.
"You really are too young to be involved in this." He murmurs, a little lost on how to comfort you. "Well, don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll manage. Now, don't cry."
His words are awkwardly delivered, but are well-meant, and soothe you a little. You and he say little more and indulge in peaceful silence during the ride - you can only wonder what he can offer you. You snap out of your reverie when the carriage comes to a halt, and you realize you've come to your destination. The warrior's home appears to be a rather humble, but charming cottage, with freshly-painted white walls and a large, grandiose garden surrounding it. You see flowers arranged in a linear fashion.
He leads you inside - the modesty of the outside matches the interior quite nicely. Your eyes meet another woman - she looks middle-aged, but not quite, with blonde locks framing her face, while the rest of her hair is styled into a bun. You shrink from her curious gaze.
"Emma, I'm leaving her under your wing." He begins, without a single word of explanation. "She's going to need to borrow your clothes until we can acquire something."
She nods, and gestures you to follow her. You look back to the warrior, who only stares at you expectantly. It's a little scary, so you reluctantly trail after the woman, who leads you into a small bedroom and shuffles through a pile of belongings.
"Why don't you tell me your name?" She pulls out a plain, beige frock and presents it to you. "You look so young."
Refuse, remaining silent in defiance
| Status | ||
| Health | 50 | Equipment:
Tight Corset, Collar witch attached Chain |
| Stamina | 50 | |
| Mood | Relieved | Inventory:
none |
| Purse | 00, 00, 00 | |
