Post by Jade on Feb 22, 2018 1:39:06 GMT -5
Syphalia certainly seemed far less awake than Arlen and Lilin herself - something that was a tad worrying, but the other swordswoman also seemed like she had just rolled out of bed. Perhaps she just needed a good breakfast in her system to get going; food certainly helped her to get her energy up when she was tired.
Lilin nodded along with the girl's half-asleep planning. At least she wasn't totally addled by a lack of sleep; the plan made a decent amount of sense. "A cockcrow jaunt sounds like the perfect warm up, kashashasha!" The elfin woman took her pipe between her first two fingers and leaned it away from her as she blew a stream of smoke from between her lips. The other woman was walking toward the stairs then, and- yep, there it was. Breakfast.
The horned human raised the back of her hand in front of her as she turned back toward her room. "Aye, sounds fair. I'll be down in the bat of an eye." She left the door open this time as she surveyed the sparse room, and then descended upon her plate of scrambled eggs, downing the last of them in an instant. Lilin grabbed her sword by the hilt and tossed it into the air, grabbing the sheathe with her alternate hand, and leaned it against her shoulder. She had only a small bag of belongings left in the room, and here they would stay - it made no sense to bring them along for what was about to happen. With everything she was going to bring along with her (which basically amounted to what she considered her essentials, the clothes on her back, and the ōdachi resting on her shoulder), the impish woman gave a nod and exited the room, locking it behind her.
She made it to the common area of the inn as Syph was finishing up her breakfast. Lilin's mouth split into a wide grin at the other woman's question, which she answered with a curt nod. She fell into step behind the dark-haired woman, Arlen bringing up the rear, and as they walked out into the early morning light, it was apparent that things were already in motion.
Not in a way that meant they were too late, thankfully - there was Mary, wearing that cap over her short orange hair again, but in a new set of clothes. Rather practical clothing, Lilin thought, given that the lass is supposed to be a sacrifice to a so-called god. The clothes in question were just a set of simple denim pants and a faded green tee shirt - it had a pattern on the front, but from this angle, Lilin couldn't make out what it was supposed to be.
The girl was sitting at the front of a cart hitched to a shockingly small, shaggy beast - rather mule-like in stature, but appearing more like some sort of miniature yak or overly shaggy sheep. The beast had a coat of rather long, black fur that gave it a strangely mop-like quality, and a pair of shockingly long, lazily twisting horns sprouting from its head - which, to Lilin, appeared almost like a pair of handlebars. But for all its oddities, it did look sturdy enough; sturdy enough to pull the cart that townsfolk were coming up to, depositing sacks of what the elfin woman could only assume were the tributes of beri and food that the mayor had made mention of toward the end of his speech the night before.
Lilin pushed her orange-tinted glasses up by their bridge, coughing to get Syph's attention, and then tilted her head away from the bustle of the town square, toward the forest that was so close despite them standing practically in the center of town. "Probably best to cut through there then try to find the path they'll use," she said as she planted her thumb in the end of her pipe, smothering the last vestiges of her tobacco.