At first light, Devia’s guards harness fresh horses to a guarded coach. Inside, sealed testimonies, Pike’s writ, the ledger, and broken tally rest beneath wax and cord.
The young drover checks the coach team beside the guards, while the watcher beyond the hedgerow takes the rear position with a loaded crossbow. Beelz stands near the gate, small and severe beneath her armor.
Beelz
Three days of road. Three days of listening for anyone who asks too carefully about that coach.
The mayor arrives beneath the gatehouse arch, his cloak thrown over morning clothes. A guard captain gives him the reins of a waiting horse, but he remains focused on the escort.
The Mayor
King Gandien is already in Hanor. Once the magistrate reviews this evidence, she will report to him without delay.
Before the gate chains move, a frightened courier, a young adult woman with a slight build, freckled skin, and brown hair escaping her dark wool hood, hurries from the inner street, pale beneath a rain-damp hood. He stops before the mayor and struggles for breath.
The Frightened Courier
Someone has been asking which escort carries Pike’s records. I could not learn who, but the questions were made before dawn.
“Thank you for this information, miss? {Dagg tips his hat to her and smils} {After she gives him her name, He then looks to Merrin} Merrin, I think this journey may be too difficult for you, I would ask you tend to my ranch, feed my animals every day and make sure everything runs smoothly there. I think this is a more fitting job for you. {Once Merrin agrees, Dagg looks at the guard} Okay boys, I dare these ruffians to try to interfere, my blade and bow are itching to be used. Lets head out!”
SUCCESS (Superb Agility, rolled +0)