...Continued from A Knight in Drunken Armor
1st of Ymiden, Late Afternoon
The web at her fingertips pinged her mind with information as she walked the city streets, bathed in the warming, waning afternoon sun. Around her, people were getting their affairs in order for the day. She didn’t want to be out here in the dark, so she knew to be poignant and track her quarry with haste before the world fell to the other side of the light - a time which she knew all manner of miscreant and neerdowell would skulk about, a time the Webspinner was not willing to risk due to her unfamiliarity with it and how poorly armed she was for such an environment.
The web told her that the shirtless Jeremiah had slumped down in an alley two city blocks away. She walked comfortably, honing in on him. She had the suspicion that he was tired from running, and possibly out of his right mind due to inebriation. Vera knew she had to play this carefully, or he would escape again and further delay the inevitable, potentially turning it into the questionable. Her mind went to the order, which Jeremiah now had. I wish I had held on to that, I could have used it to persuade another knight to my cause. It would have been more damaging to the patient, but at this point I’ll do anything to get him to the Infirmary.
As Vera got closer, she paid more attention to the information trickling in, concentrating on it. She couldn’t get any glimpses of a weapon on him, so at least he was less dangerous - although, she knew, he could easily overpowered her. But would a knight do that, especially one that helped that woman in the bar? Maybe I need to reaffirm that the treatment plans were negotiable. The wide, shadow-encrusted alleyway loomed ahead, scraps of wood piled against the wall. Jeremiah was hiding behind the wood, and she spotted his boot sticking out with her own eyes. “Jeremiah,” Vera said. “We can talk about your treatment, it’s very much negotiable.”
1st of Ymiden, Late Afternoon
The web at her fingertips pinged her mind with information as she walked the city streets, bathed in the warming, waning afternoon sun. Around her, people were getting their affairs in order for the day. She didn’t want to be out here in the dark, so she knew to be poignant and track her quarry with haste before the world fell to the other side of the light - a time which she knew all manner of miscreant and neerdowell would skulk about, a time the Webspinner was not willing to risk due to her unfamiliarity with it and how poorly armed she was for such an environment.
The web told her that the shirtless Jeremiah had slumped down in an alley two city blocks away. She walked comfortably, honing in on him. She had the suspicion that he was tired from running, and possibly out of his right mind due to inebriation. Vera knew she had to play this carefully, or he would escape again and further delay the inevitable, potentially turning it into the questionable. Her mind went to the order, which Jeremiah now had. I wish I had held on to that, I could have used it to persuade another knight to my cause. It would have been more damaging to the patient, but at this point I’ll do anything to get him to the Infirmary.
As Vera got closer, she paid more attention to the information trickling in, concentrating on it. She couldn’t get any glimpses of a weapon on him, so at least he was less dangerous - although, she knew, he could easily overpowered her. But would a knight do that, especially one that helped that woman in the bar? Maybe I need to reaffirm that the treatment plans were negotiable. The wide, shadow-encrusted alleyway loomed ahead, scraps of wood piled against the wall. Jeremiah was hiding behind the wood, and she spotted his boot sticking out with her own eyes. “Jeremiah,” Vera said. “We can talk about your treatment, it’s very much negotiable.”
