>>5603845… this isn’t what you wanted.
But Alexa agrees that there isn’t much choice, and so you find yourselves leaving your concealed position among the gorse and the stones to approach the caravan out in the open. The response is immediate, a tension that’s obvious from the moment they catch sight of you and your swords emerging out of the wilds.
“Stay where you are!” the lead guard demands. You motion for Alexa to follow that demand. “State your business!”
“Queen Noel of Hazaran,” you declare loudly and firmly. “My compatriot and I are on a mission down the way. We positioned this barricade to discourage travelers.”
“It’s in our way,” the trader in the first wagon insists. “We have business this way.”
“We do too,” Alexa insists curtly. “You do know who we are, right? And perhaps more so, <span class="mu-i">what</span> we are?”
“... silver-eyed witches,” the guard grumbles. “So those swords aren’t for show, and the queen of the mountains really is one of <span class="mu-i">them</span>.”
“She is,” you growl, staring pointedly at him. “Our duty is to protect your lives whether it’s convenient for you or not, and we <span class="mu-i">will</span> abide by our duty. This way is closed to you.”
>3d10, best of three 