Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-11457306-20140623015730

Harridan ignored the chuckle and didn't even glance at Blade. She smiled and saluted Silvio in the traditional  fist over heart and the slight bow and strode confidently from the room. Her long legs carried her to her bed in the group's quarters, where she withdrew a previously packed kit from a locked chest. She checked her weapons, visited the privy and started the long walk to the meeting place.

(Has everyone here seen the final episode of the season for GoT?)

Damia followed Harridan. She exchanged her robes for her lighter armor (I have yet to come up with an appearance for her...this may change...) and stuffed a few last minute items into her pack, mainly journey food from the stores. Her potions and ingredients were already packed. She stood for a moment, considering, then added one more bottle to her pack, a very special black bottle, un-marked.

Harridan had already left by the time she was ready. She ran through the tunnels and up the stairs and out into the bustling city that was the Imperial Capital. As she passed through the marketplace, she ran into Peri. Literally. They collided. Peri's basket of goodies fell and they scrambled to catch rolling fruit and a package of Sweet Rolls.