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Salvia Eternity · 08-11-2012, 07:58 AM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: The Ruins, SL Date: 08 August (backdated) Weather: Semi-cloudly. Time: Afternoon			Nacht Trader + Blanche

(317) You can either play as if your character has already arrived or is going to. :3 IDK if you guys want to play this out (ie; them passing other packs, etc) or just assume it--we cannot thread outside of 'Souls territory but it could be fun to play them traveling. Let me know either way!

Salvia was (amongst other things) meticulous. She had spent days checking and double checking all the things that Sirius and she had decided to go south. It was, after some debate, that she decided to take her father’s covered wagon and both horses. This meant that two horses were needed to drive it, and so she had hitched up Blanche and Trader. Her requested driver was her brother, as she certainly felt better prepared to lead the party atop Nacht. With their large number, she was hopeful the trip would be without incident.

The cart was loaded well, and muted squeaks came from the rabbits within. This was not her primary concern. A short length of rope was attached to the back of the cart, and this to the halter of the llama she had brought from Ichika. She disliked the thing and was glad to be rid of it—it only served to remind her of the failure. More important to Salvia was the large group of sheep, of which she had given TaeKyung very specific instructions about keeping in line. No bloodied animals could be allowed to market, and she certainly did not need to echo her desire for their product to be unblemished twice.

Though it was late August, she had a cloak the no-color of rain or dust covering her from shoulder to calf. It hid her weapons, her tools, and her strong fighter’s body. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and her too-intelligent eyes were, once again, going over the items sorted and stacked and carefully packed in the cart. The bleating sheep were lingering close together, due in no small part to their guardian. It would be easier, she thought grimly, when they returned. Livestock was much harder to watch than a person, and between herself, Siv, and her slave, they would certainly have no trouble with their acquisitions.

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