>>5310106You and Corrine are lead down a winding hallway in Castle Charon, into a modestly furnished room. A short while later, a pair of maids enter. One carries two sets of clothing under each arm, while the other is carrying a small chest that she places on the table with a loud thump. From the jingle of metal, you hear within, it sounds like the first half of the payment the Margrave promised you. The maids depart, leaving you alone with Corrine.
“What a lovely sound that chest makes. Almost makes this ridiculous plan of yours worth it.” Corrine says.
>“Would you have rather we had gone to the Inn and found some old codger of a merchant in need of caravan guards? Working under an affluent noble is the goal of every mercenary company. And this way, we’ll be able to amass funds far faster.” You say, finally changing out of your bloodied and ripped Garreg Mach uniform. You hold the rags out in front of you and look upon them sadly. You liked wearing this. Doubtlessly this was the last time you’d ever wear the outfit.” “Yes, but preferably we’d be working for a noble who isn’t quite so eager to ‘put those damned Adrestian blackhearts’ to the sword. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re Adrestian blackhearts.” She whispers the last part. She’s removed her uniform as well, staring at the clothing provided by the maids with distaste.
>“Were, Adrestian blackhearts.” You correct. “And once word about what happened at the monastery reaches the ears of every noble in Fodlan, I imagine the Margrave outlook will be quite common.” You stick one leg in the bland looking trousers. “Since when are you one to be so risk averse?”“I suppose we’re rubbing off on each other. I don’t recall you being so headstrong and decisive.” She says. “Have you thought about what happens if we do find the Blue Lions? They know our true identity. Our little touching origin story will be thrown out the window.”
>“I haven’t.” You admit. “Hopefully If we save their lives, they’ll see fit not to hold our former nationality against us. Ashe has spoken to me much about this Prince Dimitri character. He seems to be an open-minded sort. His right-hand man is from Duscur, after all. Such a thing would be unthinkable for most people in Fodlan, yet he treats with him openly and respectfully. Perhaps there may be some hope for us.” 