“…”
Canary looks sad. And a little annoyed. But considering how close they are to the town and not seeing a point to make a fuss for a total of five minutes of early rest, she drops it and leans back around the corner, resting her arms and head on the very back of the wagon as she’s been doing for most of the ride.
Drakor walked closer to Wanderer. “Once the militia secures the prisoner, do you think you could return my manacles?”
“Probably.”
He’s focusing on driving the caravan in this unfamiliar terrain.
Drakor nodded. “Thank you.”
He resumed walking alongside the wagon.
(My eyes glazed over this part oop)
“Do you think we should stop the wagon now?”
“I think it will be simplest to take care of the prisoners first — I would hardly introduce them to the baron.”
“Good point.” He proceeds towards the militia headquarters.
The town is big enough that not only does the militia have its own headquarters, but the headquarters has multiple separate militia members who aren’t busy with planting! One of them, a half-elven man with pointed ears and vivid amber eyes, is standing outside the headquarters as your wagon pulls up, and he startles. “That’s a corpse!” he says. “What are you doing with a corpse?”
Nyna makes a reassuring gesture. “It’s me, Nyna Kaver,” she says. “We’re returning my husband’s body for burial, and we’ve already apprehended the culprit.” She glares daggers at Kamilla.
The militia member relaxes. “I’m sorry, madam, I didn’t recognize you surrounded by all these strangers.” He points at Kamilla and Sten. “We’re just holding the two of them, plus the body?”
Nyna nods. “Indeed. You have my gratitude for your assistance.”
Canary looks away from all the fuss.
Wanderer chooses not to speak and lets Nyna and the militia handle the logistics.
The militia member retrieves a second militia member from inside the headquarters, and the two of them march Kamilla and Sten inside at weaponpoint. If none of you accompany them, they return shortly afterwards with the manacles.
“We’ll make sure they’re nice and secure,” says the half-elf.
He gives a practiced nod.
Drakor retrieved his manacles and tucked them into his bag.
He did not say anything.
Wanderer asks for the manacles back, to which he would then give to Drakor.
(Oops mobile moment)
Whatever look of not wanting to leave home vanished as Canary steps out of the wagon, and looks around the (admittedly still small!) town.
Then I remember why I’m here.
“Shall we proceed?” asks Nyna.
Drakor nodded once, curtly.