Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-11457306-20140205035030

"What do you think?" asked Anneken, turning quickly to let the long folds of the skirt swirl about her ankles.

"I think you'd better put your gods-damned armor back on.  That job won't wait forever," growled Brighid. Her sister did look beautiful in the long green and bronze dress, but she was, as usual, sidetracked from their goal.

Anneken stuck her tongue out, but began to strip the dress off her body and get back into her armor. "I think it was a damn good lift.  Stupid cow will never miss it."



The two women walked quickly toward their goal as soon as they paid the Innkeeper. Anneken kept shifting her backpack, trying to get it comfortable on her shoulders. She'd had to pack it so quickly the contents were poking her in the back inspite of her armor. As they approached the large house which was their destination, Brighid caught sight of a man leaning against a wall farther down the street. She studied him carefully, fingering the hilt of her sword, wondering if he was a lookout. He seemed...too casual. The tatoos made him seem like a mercenary or pirate. To her he looked out of place in this well off street.

Anneken was oblivious, looking around at the nice homes. "I think this is it, Sis," she said, stopping in front of the man at the door.