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@Chris: From waht little he got about Eor, only few people recognized the man, and even less could tell him that he was a Temple Guard in the Temple of Scriptures, or that he was here in Fezzan two or three weeks ago.
He also noticed something else - aall hooded people, if he passed near some or had to talk with, smelled like sewers, or vinegar. Sometimes, both in the same time.

@rest: The rest of the mercenaries got to a small, walled district. It was considerably smaller than the rest of the districts. Far to the east, they could see a bridge over the moat, and further in that direction, small houses and farmlands.
The district, however, was dominated by a large building, similar to small keep, made of white stone. It had several towers, and all windows were made from expensive-looking stained glass.

"Good. Until tomorrow, then." With that, she shouted at her riders, and the entire cavalry unit moved up the main street, to the north.

When the cavaliers cleared the plaza, the crowds returned, and the mercenaries found themselves in a sea of random people.

Marpa sighed, seeing all the mercenaries slowly loading themselves on the horses of her riders. More than half of the horses had to bear not one, but two people on the saddles.

"I'm going to kill someone when we get back. I'm so going to..."

After that, the troop left the fortress in a rhythmic trot, the horses being swift even with the extra weight.




Marpa's riders passed the large, stone arch that was leading into the city. As promised by Prixima, Marpa got the mercenaries to the city in less than a day. The morning coldness was giving away to the brightness and warmth of noon time.

The city gate was wide open, allowing every person to come in and leave Fezzan as they want - as if the citizens were oblivious to the fact that they're half a day travel from Berebian border, and their vast armies.

Captain Marpa sighed with content when her riders stopped on a small plaza, with a fountain at its centre.

"Ahh, nothing beats a city like this. Well, you guys can get off my horses now. I hope next time I will hear less complaints."

"You were in Fezzan before... right? You know where to go?" Marpa asked, her face suddenly shaded with doubt.

Time's up, timeskip engaged! v:

Do kids nowadays don't know how to use MSPaint? I:

"I never saw him having problems sociaalizing with other soldiers. I think--"

"Hey, mercenaries!" Marpa interrupted from the top of her horse. Her cavaliers, twenty in total, were on their horses; the entire unit was ready to go.

"I won't be waiting endlessly until you get yer arses on the horses!" She looked irritiated, but her face was back to paleness. Aaron chuckled and saluted curtly to Gregor, and then he moved off towards the keep.

Thirty gold on the library being set on fire by the end of this mission

You won't be around in the game this time, so it will go smoothly and without paranoid greedy axemen sniffing imaginary ambushes and assasins at every corner.

This is Fire Emblem, not D&D