Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-11457306-20140617033910

By the time Brihanna had reached the edge of the Imperial Camp, she had amassed quite a few more supplies, along with a pack. She was happily sucking on a bottle of strong spirits. It had been too long since she'd had a good drink. The one she'd found earlier, down below, was lost somewhere in the flood.

What she had taken was unlikely to be missed right away, for she had robbed the stores rather than the personal possessions of the soldiers.

She stood for a moment in a hollow, so she would not be silhouetted against the sky, sipping and thinking. Then she corked the bottle and slipped it into the pack. She patted Rope. "Go find Rhiannon for me, Rope.  You know.  The one from the water.  Find her.  Stay looped to my belt so I don't lose you."

The last words were a bit slurred, but Rope understood. With a gasp of surprise, Brihanna found herself being pulled along. She barely restrained herself from giggling out loud. It wouldn't do for any sentries to hear. She crouched low and tried to keep her balance. "Slow down, Rope!" she hissed. They moved off into the dark.