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Rowan lay on her cot in her tent, having sharpened all of her weapons previously, the raid the next morning. Night came and went, the woman awaking with the sunrise before walking out into the center of camp, meeting with everybody else who was going. Rowan grabbed her crossbow and a bag of bolts, hopping up on her horse. Hawke remained at the very front of the pack, his face hooded and covered, making it hard to tell who he was. "Today we raid, get supplies, find the leader, bring him back to me." His voice boomed above the crowd, all of them nodding before his horse reared, turning before launching down the road, the camp all following, blades ready. --- The raid went well, the leader---James White---was brought back, Hawke having been interigating him for the past four days. He had called her to hit tent, to discuss the mission, also saying she'd be taking a partner. She hesitantly nodded, making a name out of the murmur of what he said to one of the guards, the guard walking out. What had he said? Bear? Care? She couldn't tell. Not until the guard walked back in, Jeremiah following behind him. Hawke had a smug expression as Rowan rolled her eyes, collecting herself as she awaited orders. "Take the map you just made, should lead you to the house of a very high nobleman, get rid of him. He's a very heavy drinker, so I suggest slipping something into his liquor." He slid a vile with clear liquid inside to her. "Once you do----get. The hell. Out of there. Go try and find more information, you've got four days. Jeremiah this is your first one with us, and hopefully to many more." He turned to Rowan. "Rowan, you're experienced enough I want you to somewhat train him, which i'm sure you can do." Hawke turned back away from them, walking towards the flap of his tent. "Dismissed, go get your horses and get out of here." He mused simply, heading over to where James was in the makeshift interigation tent. Screams were heard as Rowan saddled her stallion, whom she'd decided to name Twister, bridling him before slinging her saddle pouches over him. She tied them on, filling them with everything she'd need. The woman then hopped on, walking over to where Jeremiah was. "Ready?" She asked him, readjusting her cross bow slung over her. |
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Benjamin nodded, "Yeah just let me find Feather real quick." He gave her a soft smile before wandering off to find his horse. Feather was grazing about 120 yards away from camp, Benjamin whistled as Feather came trotting over. Benjamin sighed as he gave the gelding a treat, "I honestly don't know if I can do this. Not after what happened last time" Benjamin looked down as he watched ants carry small dirt pebbles around. Feather held his head low enough for Benjamin to put in the warbridle. Benjamin swung his leg over, kissing as the gelding to walk. Feather trotted back into camp where they met up w Rowan. "Sorry that took a bit, he was grazing out past the fence line" Benjamin gave a soft chuckle. |
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She nodded, turning Twister back to the main road. "Follow me, stay close when we get there, act as I do and let me do the talking, after we get what we need we're free for another four days." Rowan explained, kicking the stud into a lope, cantering down the trail as she glanced back to make sure Jeremiah was behind her. Eventually they reached a small town, Rowan hopping off and tying her horse outside of a bar, motioning for Jeremiah to follow behind her as she switched to almost a completely different person. "Sit across from me, if he tries to flee grab him." She muttered to the man, sauntering over to their target before sliding into the seat beside him, a small smirk on her face. His drunken gaze ran along her body, grinning as he looked back up at her eyes. "My, you're pretty. . . " He slurred, tugging her closer. "Could be your's for a night, maybe more, if I could just get your address? I'm terribly busy for a few hours," Rowan said in a smooth tone, the man shaking his head as he pecked her cheek. "Can't remember, might just be too drunk to though." He chuckled, taking another swig of his drink as he noticed Benjamin. His eyes narrowed, looking between him and Rowan as he scowled slightly. "This your man? I can't be taking you home if you're already taken," He noted, removing his arm from her shoulders. Rowan shook her head, scooting closer to him. "I don't know him, could be a friend of your's, could be a stranger." She murmured, flicking her gaze back to him as she grabbed something from her pocket, slipping it into his drink when he wasn't looking. "Now, for tonight, that address?" Rowan asked again, the man grinning as he gave it to her, eyes growing heavy before rolling back, slumping onto the table in unconsciousness. Rowan stood from the seat, having wrote down the place he said, back to her usual self now. "C'mon, we've got a raid to get too." She informed Benjamin, tone now normal to him instead of the bitter cold it was earlier. Maybe she could grow to like him, maybe. The two slipped back onto their horses, starting to make way to the house along the cobblestone street. |
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"Where are we going now?" :.he hopped on Feather following beside her. Ben yawned a bit tired from the trip, Feathers hooves clopped along the road a satisfying sound to it. "Where's the raid again?" He asked a bit curious now, "Seemed like the dude was into you" he rolled his eyes a bit replaying the interaction. He looked around seeing a husband and his wife w their kids, his facial expression softened a bit almost like if he was saddened by the sight. Ben gave Feather a pat, exhaling a little. The gelding turned his head as if he felt was Benjamin felt in that second, he kept his stride big a long as he continued to walk. |
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"To his house, get a few documents, maybe see if he has a bottle of wine or two." She noted with a soft smile, tossing a glance at him as she refrenced what had happened with them. Rowan gently shoved him when he said the man from earlier was into her, rolling her eyes as she chuckled. "I disagree, I think he was just drunk. Besides, most back out once they learn what I do for a living." The woman explained quietly, sighing softly as they neared the turn. "Here we are, that's his house. |
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Benjamin kept quiet as they approached the house, but could help but wonder what they were taking, he asked in a quiet voice "what exactly are we raiding" he watched his surroundings as Feather kept a smooth pace. Occasionally glancing at weirdly placed figures. |
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"Documents and maps, also a few unapproved contracts we need to destroy before they do get approved." She noted, hopping off her horse before ground tying him, walking to the door and kicking it open. "Try and find a study, they'll probably be there." Rowan noted, walking towards a rack lined with wine. She grabbed a bottle by the neck, continuing to search for the contracts. |
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Benjamin looked around, finding a few pictures of the man and a woman. "Is he married?" He grabbed the photo staring at it for a good moment or two. He set the picture down, gently moving some books from the shelves trying to find a study. He picked up a paper, with signatures on it. "Is this it?" He turned to Rowan holding out the paper he had found. "It has a signature on it, and a stamp" he waited patiently for her to respond. |
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"He is, that's why I only knocked him out instead of poisoning him." She noted, looking through everything in a room. Rowan perked up at the sound of Ben finding it, walking over and gently taking it, her hand brushing his slightly as she read it, smiling softly. "Yeah. . . this is exactly it, where'd you find it?" |
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He looked at the place where he had found the paper, "just under these books" he yawned a little pointing to where he had found the study. "So we leaving now?" He question as he looked at her w a gentle smile. |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
