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>Your master is too kind to force your decision here–but the look on her face…
"I still don't know how you talked me into this, Lady Alice…"
The last heir to the honorable House of Hassan lets out a quiet sigh at your words, soothingly patting your cheek as you continue to grumble. "Arthur. Please don't frown so much; I'm afraid those trenches might be permanently carved into your face."
Your master's gentle admonishment does little to keep you from your internal screaming. In a futile attempt to distract yourself from the weight in your arms and the responsibility on your shoulders, you chance a glance back, searching for any sign of your collaborators.
>CUN DC: 15/25 | Roll: 2d6 + 1d6(Perception) = 11
No hint of their presence. Probably for the best, considering they're supposed to be hidden. Still, you find yourself… <span class="mu-i">concerned,</span> if not unnerved.
You liked this plan much better when it didn't involve setting your master up on the front lines.
The sound of conflict echoes in the distance; having traveled in accordance with Felicia's directions, every step out of the woods brings you closer to the field of battle. The beaten dirt trail you once tread has since shifted into a worn cobblestone road.
>Event Roll: Special Triggers | Roll: 2
