26th Summer 514 AV
Morning
Morning
It was already warm, too warm for her liking. But that was the curse of the summer sun and what came with it. Sure, the longer days and the increase of light and good weather was one thing - but did the heat really have to come along with it?
For a while Fallon simply stood at the meeting point. There were a few other mercenaries already mulling about, the faint neighing of horses and their owners trying to convince them to hush. Pack animals and cart pullers for such an excursion, carrying their loads of supplies for the days they would be out facing the elements - along with the distinctive shape of chains and other binding equipment. Among those, the more organised of this group filtered between - the leading party of three Daggerhands and a few other men of coin. Not that she had a clue as to who exactly they were within that particular syndicate - she would no doubt have to curve her mind on the subject of learning their names. More so in the case of the bigger, higher ranking ones.
She missed Orvin, no doubt if he had been present he would have been padding his way around her, his head sweeping to and fro as he took the changing scene in and make some sense of it. Curious almost in what was there and attempting to understand it. She would have done the same, and in her own way she was. Eyes flickered back and forth taking in the many new faces in one location, and resisting the urge to stare menacingly at the chains - almost as if they had a life of their own. It was the gloved hand that gave a scratch upon the back of her head, the low soothing words barely escaping in her own murmur of control before she turned her attention to the other hand that was presently occupied with a set of horse reigns and the holding of the creature in place. Animals were everywhere - and it was perhaps only then that she momentarily considered that she was out of her league with such creatures.
Eyes drifting up to the horse Javil, its own share of supplies and equipment strapped onto its back and saddle. Her own pack with the necessities in. With a chew upon her lip she watched the scene before her carefully. She had carefully selected members within the Scars herself - or tried to at least - informing them of this opportunity not only for work, but what they could also do in such a time period. Slavery, or more over the undermining of it. Releasing was one thing - but dealing with the traders of flesh was another situation all together. The mental list flickered in her mind, gathering and bringing together.
Symbols, names, people of power, the marks and ways to distinguish them. They needed to be able to step into the slavers' circle, breath the air they breathed, watch the flow and where they picked things from. Understand the people and how they ticked, what did they do to achieve their goals? There was a deep inhale, her eyes sweeping across the faces as she tried mentally put them together, and the gradual weighing up of who was who in the mercenary world - or more correctly who not to upset. She would need to be guarded on this, to be able to keep her emotions under control for this excursion - and the ability to achieve that worried her slightly. One wrong move would cause things to crumble in an instant.
Sucking in the air she gave a glance down to the ground, it was not just the test of them as a unit and how they worked together, but their breaking points as individuals. Her jaw tightened for a moment, her gaze sweeping again across the unit and once more counting the numbers. She was still waiting for those she had dropped the message to, the last couple of mercenaries needed for such a venture - they knew who they were. Somewhere one of the voices spoke up, a Daggerhand no less barking out his orders for the tasks of the day. Lead out of the city on foot into the Northern Wilds a full days hike away, set up camp and secure the area ready for the main part of the job. It could not be too hard. Fallon let her gaze sweep back to the city, her brow creased as she checked one last time and the mumble of words barely caressed her lips, "Hurry the petch up."
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