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Armerza - Small Thoughts
Arising early, Armerza spent some time preparing for the day, primarily in grooming. Carefully twisting stands of hair into golden plaits, decorating and holding the braids with supple thongs of engraved chamois. Tying back the plaits to her mane with a band of leather, studded with stones of hematite and jade. The waves of thick hair laid upon a bodice of thick leather, laced with heavy cord, its shape formed of wide spaced ribs of boiled leather. The garment was square cut, and high in rise, front and back, over a simple, un-dyded woolen tunic of pale gray. If one paid close enough attention, they would notice the leather to be thick enough to protect the wearer quite readily. Belted to her waist, were ruddy brown trousers, while she wore simple leather moccasin-like slippers. It was simple, honest clothing, tough enough for hard labour, but comfortable for Armerza.
In the chamber, she leaned against a pillar, observing the others and their opinions on the matter, while nibbling on dried mushrooms from a pouch at her belt. When Rheanna spoke, she smirked a little. "They would more likely, leave us be in all truth. The people of Rheinfeld are somewhat adverse to dealing with anyone who is not simply human. The trick would be the disguising of Kouri, and a few others of our more notable mages. A plausible backstory of a noble woman," she nodded slightly to The Lady Catrin, "overseeing a trade deal, for her family would excuse our sorest of thumbs as hired guards. The which would be convincing, as it is. So long as none of us disrespects a Templar, or starts bleeding folk, stealing, or otherwise actively drawing attention to ourselves." She passed a glance at James for a moment. "The Rheinfeld capital, is a very plausible option. It is center of trade after all."
A roll of her shoulder, pushing her upright from the pillar, she walked closer to the maps, "The mountains contain plenty of their own risks, but ones that are usually manageable with blade and main." She nodded to Hanus, "But that is when escorting caravans that the Gods themselves have utterly no interest in, other than when they feel like mucking in our lives for a laugh, the pilthas." She spat the last word out with disgust. "That is also Caravans. With scores of well trained guards, and wagon trains that can be used for fortification. We have neither. I would relish the challenge, but the stakes are greater than my desire for a challenge....Much like the Abyss."
Looking back to James, she shot a question at the man, "James, have you ever even been to the Abyss?"
"I've been there... Seen it. The catacomb like tunnels, the plants that try so desperately to draw in fools with a wonderous scent, the ebony skinned pointy eared green blooded... Ah... Their capital folk are quite eccentric. It's not so dangerous a place, so long as you keep your eyes open, and trust nobody."
With a roll of her eyes, "And I'm sure all of the beasts that seem to exist purely to slay any living thing, just make good house pets." With a shake of her head, she does offer a wry smile though, "I won't deny that the Abyss holds a certain appeal to myself, to be sure. The challenge of it is what many a song is sung about. As stated however, there are greater things to worry about than my own desires. Let alone setting foot in the abyss with a host of such as this, where we know not the strengths, not weaknesses of each other in detail. Let alone with those of us who are less than skilled combatants."
"The other Rheinfeld option is much the same to me as going through the capital. Some shifts in where the threats and danger lie, but all in? We have the means."
Stepping back, a hand slipped into the pouch at her waist, grasping a pair of dried fungal caps, as she looked to Kouri, "We can likely take any path you desire, from the Abyss to the Rheinfeld Capital itself." She offered a nod of respect to Gregory, "I doubt Gregory would suggest a route he believed we have utterly no chance at passing through."