Cookware. She forgot about cookware. Though, she assumed anyone would after seeing Imperial Red flash by the door. She kept managing her smile though, and nodded to the woman who had explained where they might find such supplies. Inside though, she was desperate to run to the hills and never look back. All she could do was manage a nod at Diddy, murmuring, "Alrighty..."
She gave one final farewell to the woman, who waved back, oblivious.
Following behind Didymus, she was much warier than Didymus seemed to be. She just clutched the few of the bags she had, trying to still her nerves. 'You're just a traveller. From Mumukuwi! You picked up Diddy--ah, no, he'll need a different name!--along the way here!' Her mind was jumping through hoops trying to get her story straight. Maybe Didymus would be better at it. He probably made up loads of stories as a thief!
Rather than just stick behind the armoured soldiers though, Diddy opted to walk past them. Kikiti wouldn't have dreamed of doing it, even if they blocked off a shop door.
But it seemed she had little choice if she was to keep up with Didymus and if they were to grab what they needed and to get out of here. So, she swallowed back, mustered up her courage...and just kept up walking normally. She followed Diddy, trying to seem as inconspicuous as she possibly could. She thought it had been acting natural, even as she walked past.
"Hey, you, kid."
Kikiti slowed. She tried not to let surprise sneak onto her face as she turned her head towards the gruff, female voice. "Who, me?"
"Yeah, you," the soldier confirmed, walking closer to her.
Usually, Kikiti didn't let herself be bothered by such tall people, yet here, she thought she was going to start sweating like a fountain. She waited for her to say something else, anything but what she was thinking it was.
"Where's the inn at?"
Kikiti blinked, swallowed back. Where...was the inn at? "It's..." She turned, lifting an arm, willing it not to shake, and pointed. "If you go up, and take a right...it's up near the entrance of town." Was it? Did she get the directions right? Did it matter? What if she just sent them running into Cleon and Reva? What then? It wasn't as if she had a choice. Refusing to tell them where an inn was was just plain suspicious. Not pointing them in the right direction, though...
~***~
Cleon, as Reva had stored what supplies she could on her person, took and pocketed whatever items he could himself. At least the tailor made the pockets on those pants rather wide...he managed to get most in his pockets, bar maybe a potion.
As Reva slid over the other tent across the counter, Cleon couldn't help but flinch and look to the window at the sound of shouting. He was right to have that knot in his stomach. Now though, it twisted further, and he wasn't sure what course of action the two of them were about to take.
He knew better than not to make sudden movements. He was probably already giving it away with his face, and so he just tried to seem passive about it, grabbing the tent kit, and slinging it over his shoulder.
As the boy gathered up the gil, stored it safely, he too was alerted by the shouting, and looked up. He squinted at the window. "The hell...what are Imperials doing down here?" He didn't expect either of his customers to know, so he wasn't really fishing for an answer.
"Look, we get loads of travellers passing by here every day. It's just how it is." The stablehand, despite the presence of Arkidian soldiers in this town, didn't back down and most certainly made his point clear.
Cleon glanced to Reva, asking the silent question of, "What do we do?"
She gave one final farewell to the woman, who waved back, oblivious.
Following behind Didymus, she was much warier than Didymus seemed to be. She just clutched the few of the bags she had, trying to still her nerves. 'You're just a traveller. From Mumukuwi! You picked up Diddy--ah, no, he'll need a different name!--along the way here!' Her mind was jumping through hoops trying to get her story straight. Maybe Didymus would be better at it. He probably made up loads of stories as a thief!
Rather than just stick behind the armoured soldiers though, Diddy opted to walk past them. Kikiti wouldn't have dreamed of doing it, even if they blocked off a shop door.
But it seemed she had little choice if she was to keep up with Didymus and if they were to grab what they needed and to get out of here. So, she swallowed back, mustered up her courage...and just kept up walking normally. She followed Diddy, trying to seem as inconspicuous as she possibly could. She thought it had been acting natural, even as she walked past.
"Hey, you, kid."
Kikiti slowed. She tried not to let surprise sneak onto her face as she turned her head towards the gruff, female voice. "Who, me?"
"Yeah, you," the soldier confirmed, walking closer to her.
Usually, Kikiti didn't let herself be bothered by such tall people, yet here, she thought she was going to start sweating like a fountain. She waited for her to say something else, anything but what she was thinking it was.
"Where's the inn at?"
Kikiti blinked, swallowed back. Where...was the inn at? "It's..." She turned, lifting an arm, willing it not to shake, and pointed. "If you go up, and take a right...it's up near the entrance of town." Was it? Did she get the directions right? Did it matter? What if she just sent them running into Cleon and Reva? What then? It wasn't as if she had a choice. Refusing to tell them where an inn was was just plain suspicious. Not pointing them in the right direction, though...
~***~
Cleon, as Reva had stored what supplies she could on her person, took and pocketed whatever items he could himself. At least the tailor made the pockets on those pants rather wide...he managed to get most in his pockets, bar maybe a potion.
As Reva slid over the other tent across the counter, Cleon couldn't help but flinch and look to the window at the sound of shouting. He was right to have that knot in his stomach. Now though, it twisted further, and he wasn't sure what course of action the two of them were about to take.
He knew better than not to make sudden movements. He was probably already giving it away with his face, and so he just tried to seem passive about it, grabbing the tent kit, and slinging it over his shoulder.
As the boy gathered up the gil, stored it safely, he too was alerted by the shouting, and looked up. He squinted at the window. "The hell...what are Imperials doing down here?" He didn't expect either of his customers to know, so he wasn't really fishing for an answer.
"Look, we get loads of travellers passing by here every day. It's just how it is." The stablehand, despite the presence of Arkidian soldiers in this town, didn't back down and most certainly made his point clear.
Cleon glanced to Reva, asking the silent question of, "What do we do?"
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