Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: Angelina needs to roll a challenge rating 2 Intelligence check. 1d20+6, 14 or higher makes it.
As she walked, Briony thought of Rolfe's palms. On her skin. How his calluses felt when he touched her neck. She shivered against the night air and forced her mind to keep focus. "C'mon, mules," she quietly groused, grasping the reins and pulling on the pack animals. She skirted the edge of the village and headed toward Bella, Elizabeth, and Zephia. When she got there, Angeline was missing. Briony frowned. "Where's Ange?" she asked Bella. [/section]
Briony listened hard, not sure what she was hearing. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but snapped it shut when Zephia started talking. When Zephia mentioned leaving without stopping the villagers' poison trade, Briony quirked at eyebrow. She didn't, however, cut in on the conversation. When Zephia was done, Briony was silent a beat. "I agree we need to find a way, and quickly, to warn Jack. And Rolfe." Briony passed the reins of the mules to Elizabeth. She unbuttoned the clasp on her sword sheath and drew her weapon. "As for the rest--whether to leave the villagers to their nefarious trade, or squelch it here and now--well, I never could resist stomping in a mud puddle. If you take my meaning." Briony swung her sword and took two steps toward the closest gaggle of villagers, making her meaning clear. She stopped and looked back at the others, standing a little apart from them. "Poison's a dirty trade. I want no part of it. Nor do I want to condone its use on unsuspecting friends. I say we put the leaders to the sword."[/section]