Feint Whispers Chapter 7: Blood, Sweat, and Fears.

OOC: I figure after collectioning her gear and putting Mist off with Norri she'll head back to his lordship, so feel free to assume she's only gone for 30 minutes or so.
 

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After the entirety of the party, including the disguised Whitney returns to the Lord's presense, he continues, "If my army is half as impatient as I've grown within the last 30 minutes, I would expect the lot of you to hurry down to begin their march if you wish to forstal a rebellion..." he glances at Whitney briefly with an eye that is weary but which doesn't show any signs of recognition. He looks back, "Go!!!!"

ooc: anyone seen mirth, anyone?
 

"Well is our lady ready?" asks Bhartus. "There is a war approaching and one would hope she has her makeup ready."
 

Norri is still smirking from whatever he did during his absence, and leaves the room with a slight spring in his step.

[ooc: haven't seen him, sorry.]
 

Whitney, now with red hair tied in a high bun. Walks out to join the rest of the party, her horse in hand as she moves to meet them. She keeps quiet as she waits for the others to gather, and tries not to draw any attentiom in her manner or appearence, going for the brown garb of travelling folk and a smaller pack than Whitney prefers, and all her jewelry is not there.
 




"Sod off you gits," Tarowyn says, stumbling in and holding his head. "I'm here and I've sworn off drinking forevermore, so let's be off." Looks at the 'new' member of the party through weary, bloodshot eyes, "Who's this?"

OOC: Sorry about the disappearance. I'm back.
 


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