CorruptQuill: "I don't think so. There is wine already stocked at the house, and we can make juice from what we have here. I get regular meat and vegetable deliveries from the farms, and I told them in advance we'd be coming. The paper is also
CorruptQuill: delivered daily, so I can catch up on any news I may have missed." Putting the wrapped fish in the basket, and giving over the coins, it was then he heard a ruckus again. This time though, not just old friends in comradery. Someone
CorruptQuill: had been gouged with a supporter's sign, and a fist fight was breaking out. Dotty was so excited she was turning pink, and Henry was sending the Scribe a look that said he could take one two or three if given the chance. He was
CorruptQuill: itching for it clearly, popping his knuckles again. The Scribe took Nat by the arm to steer her out of the markets, and Henry went for it. Well, so much for the guard, and Dotty stayed behind to watch. Or pull some slave hair
CorruptQuill: herself, he didn't want to know. Just as they reached the edge of the market, he looked back. A cart had been toppled, and demonstrators in support of the Brewer were on the move. "Come on." Getting ahold of Natali's hand, he
CorruptQuill: crossed the street, and went down one of the alleys:
NataIi Lockhart: Alright, so Natali had a sixth sense. Her eyes had widened as the all the activities started turning south, and her stomach and chest tensed. Hand around his arms sort of turned into a grip of Scribe proportion and she looked over
NataIi Lockhart: her shoulder to see Henry doing what he does best, and Dotty getting in on the action as she could. All Natali could think for a moment was something about how that slave better not go and get herself killed. Nat paid good money
NataIi Lockhart: for her. Looking forward again as they went into an alley, her breathing calmed a little bit and she looked to Lucian. "Well that was.. exciting." Port
NataIi Lockhart: it might be best she not wander out alone during their stay. -d
CorruptQuill: "Hmm, yes.." She had calmed down, but he had not. Because he knew where they were headed. The Market was in the Brewer's territory, and they were on the march in the same direction as the alley he'd just drawn Natali into. The whole
CorruptQuill: mass was on the way to the Street of Brands, now that Furius was gone, and the only way to reach the Brook Lane owned by the Scribe was by going the same direction as the mob. Limp aside, he forced his strides into longer ones, and
CorruptQuill: put a hand to Natali's back to hurry her along. Glances taken back now and again, because they had the whole breadth of the district to get through before safety was actually reached. More signs. And now voices upraised. Some in
CorruptQuill: song, about the Brewer himself, others in mutiny against what had been Furius's treatment of the people along the border. The cobblestones were uneven, so the walk was not as simple as it might appear:
NataIi Lockhart: Wait. Where were they going now? Her brows lifted, then came together in concern as she listened to the voices and songs and all that coming from before them. And Natali nearly dug her feet into the ground to a stop, his
NataIi Lockhart: hand getting pressed back as well in this. Lucian's steps were different. A stride Natali did not know and she looked to the mouth of the alley in front of them then over to Lucian. Breathe Natali. Breathe. Samuel will be there
NataIi Lockhart: when it's all done. He was probably sitting in a room right now waiting for a book. Just.. walk. Right. Her chin lifted to help down that swallow that was sort of stuck in her throat before starting up her stride again. Uneven
NataIi Lockhart: pavement. Lots of noises. Lucian walking funny. Angry people. Drunk people. Not Scribe people. Her lower lip dissapeared under her teeth and she did all she could not to lower her eyes to stare at her feet. Breathe and go in
NataIi Lockhart: the direction his hand pressed her towards. Check. -d
CorruptQuill: His leg hated this pace, and it wasn't ordinarily one he could keep up long, but if it was the difference between leg pain later and maybe getting taken down by the crowd, he'd choose the former. Natali had stopped, and he looked
CorruptQuill: back in the direction they'd come, the mob having gained people as it swept through the market, and the distance was only about a block between where they were present and he stood with Natali. Moving his hand from her back when she
CorruptQuill: began to walk again, he suddenly opened a doorway off to the right, and pulled her in after him. Pitch black, inky darkness, and stale air. But soon after the swell of humanity pushed by with knocks on the brick wall outside, going
CorruptQuill: through in a tidal wave, that only trickled to nothing after about five ehn. His basket set down, and drawing Natali toward him so her back was to him, his hand clamped over her mouth-veils and all. Yes, welcome to Port Cos:
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