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Arkin ran to the wagon, adrenaline surging through his system. A few men trailed after him, what was left of his little band of Banders. Some, but not too many, had been killed, some had run off, made their own way back to the cart. The wagon was where the mission was, and the immediate danger having passed, Arkin had trotted over, sheathing his knives loosely as he went.
Taking a moment to catch his breath leaning on the cart, Arkin held a hurried conversation with Arinth and figured out the distance to the edge of the city, and the potential location of Yriel.
At Arinth's pained stump across the courtyard and order to get the cart out of the city, Arkin wavered for only a moment, looking from the wagon to his friend and the conflict-strewn city. There were others at the cart capable of getting it out of the city, better and more experienced fighters than Arkin.
And no way was Arkin going to let Arinth go back in on his own, especially when Yriel was in danger.
With a murmur at another Bander to tell them where he was headed, Arkin sprinted after his drinking buddy.
He had only just begun to slow his pace when a rustle and a clink preceded a Seanchan soldier stepping around the corner almost directly into Arinth, sword halfway out of its sheath.
Arkin's knife thudded into the man's unprotected neck before Arinth had even had time to blink, squirting Seanchan blood over his face from a dreadfully close distance.
Stepping forward and collecting his knife, Arkin cleaned it on the dead Seanchan and gave Arinth a look. The man seemed far too surprised to see him standing there. "Honestly, you infantrymen can't handle yourselves for five seconds without getting run-through." he grinned.
The Other Girl ~ Roommates (attn: Bard Babe)
in Legacy Saga Archive
Dwyn listened with careful ears as she rifled through her piles for an outfit of white, Nyanna's hands on the knot at her back. Those hands were rather deft, and she felt their touch stiffen and recoil briefly. Immediately, her already piqued curiosity grew into concern. A girl with an obviously intriguing background like hers, and not much social interaction, being shocked by a question about her past. None of these were positive signs, but Nyanna was doing well at covering it up, and her answers didn't strike Dwyn as lies. Confusion surged through Dwyn's brain. She'd met many people with pasts they wanted to hide before, but none had acted quite like this. This was entirely new territory. Giving a mental shrug, Dwyn grinned. New territory was where she did best.
She gave a joyful noise as the knot gave in. "Thank you so much! The woods! I never really got to see much of the woods. I'm a city girl myself, my family runs an Inn in the Foregate. The Fat Cat, you should pop in if ever you find yourself in Cairhien."
Slipping out of her dress, Dwyn turned her back on Nyanna for a moment and proceeded to throw on novice whites over her slip, chattering all the way. "I wandered into the woods once or twice, but Letair never much liked me going out there by myself." she added, almost for herself. Sniffing a grin, she continued, "Not that that ever stopped me. I'm not really one for the quiet though, so I didn't exactly spend much time out there, except with a few choice boys, if you know what I mean." she laughed brightly, warmly. "And that Letair liked even less."
Spinning around, Dwyn pulled a horrendously terrible pose in her new whites, striving for a laugh out of the nervous girl. Making her comfortable was likely to be impossible, at least until they knew each other better, but perhaps a laugh was an easy first step. "So, how do I look?"