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You briefly wonder if there’s any chance this “gang” claiming to represent the commonwealth of Elmycion are patrons of the arts, such as your father. They strike you more as laborers, but architecture can be as much an artistic endeavor as it can be a functional one. You both have a passion, and a common enemy. You figure persuading them to aid your cause, should you need aid, won’t prove difficult. But the name of the Storks is not a beloved one. You need to prove the order’s might all the same, or you’ll just look like a bunch of beggars when the time comes for aid or sponsorship.
“Let’s try to keep it up as long as we can, make it seem close, maybe make it truly close if we need to. But we should try to win, in the end.” You nod. “It’s not a sure bet that we’ll even get the chance to do so, but I’m willing to give it a shot. The worst that happens is that we get the funding, but we make another minor enemy, we’re already far from the company of friends in town…”
“I like the sound of that, any objections?” Sully looks to the other members.
“None here, sounds good, girl! If they don’t like our style, then you know what they say, if a dirt, a dirt!” Says Isabeau. But you are not quite sure if anyone says that. Like, at all.
“Lovely. Can I request to be the last one standing? One less set of gambeson to wring out…” Says Fernand.
Eugene says nothing. You get the feeling that the group has determined that this response suffices as a “yes.”
“Then it’s settled. Let’s do our best to play it by ear, but if I give an order, I’m technically the captain, so it’d be wise to listen…” Sir Wayne gives a quiet laugh. “We may be a strange bunch but we still technically hold a hierarchy like any good unit!”
“Gates ahead! Once we’re inside, the bridge you’re looking for is on the west end of town.” Donnel calls, as the walls of the city come into full view from the ground, towering above you up close. “I’d love to come cheer, but with Marzia on the loose again, someone’s gotta watch the horses…” He seems a bit wistful at that, and you grant him a reassuring look, there may be plenty of battles to lay eyes on. He catches on, returning to a cheerful demeanor as he slows the drafts to accommodate the jam of travelers flooding the western gate…
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