Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140421012810/@comment-11457306-20140428041729

(Mega facepalm.)

Alyssa, astonished, could not decide whether to pity the man or kill him. "Maven will have your head, Calico, if they trace this back to us," she growled in his ear.

She grabbed Dania's hand and pulled the bewildered Bosmer out of the building and toward the stableyard where the partygoers' horses and carriages were kept, including their own transportation. She snatched up her companion's pack and threw it to her, then slung her own. She ran for the barn. "Come on!"

"Wait--we're not going with the others?"

"No.  We're laying low for a while to see which way the wind blows.  I have a little place we can hide." She quickly saddled two horses, first punching out the stable boy. Dania scrambled out of her dress and into her leathers while Alyssa worked.

"Mount up!" cried Alyssa, throwing the reins at the elf. She hiked her own skirts up and swung into the saddle. Dania wasn't used to horses, but she imitated Alyssa's actions pretty well and the two women galloped out of the barn, almost running down the group of people running for the barn.

Alyssa never looked back. She and Dania rode like bats out of Oblivion into the dark.