>>5298567>You sigh. “I suppose all we can do is wait until the battle begins, and then use the commotion to our advantage. Going back to the dorms now will pose too risky a maneuver. I’m sure our absence has already been noted by the Professor and our remaining friends.” “Judging by the sounds of things, I imagine we won’t be waiting for long.” Corrine says. Taking shelter in an alley, you both look towards the sound of the recent commotion you just heard. A line of Knights of Seiros are marching towards the front entrance of Garreg Mach. Looking closely, you recognize the person leading them. Leopold Von Deltz. Your mentor and teacher is at the front of the ranks, the perfect picture of knighthood, barking orders to those soldiers who are following in his wake.
“For the glory of the Goddess, we march! Courage and Honor!” He yells. The man looks sufficiently motivated, which is more than you can say for those trailing behind. While some of them sport grim and determined looks on their face, others look as though they’re ready to soil themselves in their armor. You say a silent prayer for your mentor, as well as those under his command. If you stay and linger, you risk your mind wandering to what Leopold might think of your actions right now. Something you’re not ready to confront just yet.
You and Corrine spend what feels like days waiting in that alley, though in reality, it couldn’t have been any longer than two hours. The sounds of marching and far off battle have only increased in volume. By now you’re certain that the fighting has broken out, though it’s hard to make any actual sense of who is winning. If you’ve heard one man screaming for mercy, you’ve heard them all.
“Perhaps we should use this time to discuss our options.” Corrine suggests. “Where do we go from here? What are our plans?”
>“I assumed you’d have some good suggestions.” You sigh. “We’ll have to find a way to survive, for starters. And given that there’s only one thing that the two of us are good at, I suppose the mercenary life is where we go from here.”“Well, that’s good. There’s sure to be no shortage of fighting that’ll be happening soon enough. But where exactly do we start?”
Somewhere during the course of your waiting, you hear a loud explosion, followed by what sounds like collapsing stone, and the wailing of men.
“Now is as good a time as ever.” Corrine drawls. “Come, let’s go!”
