Harliblith hesitates. She doesn't know what's smarter---run, in case it's a trap, or go with them, and possibly be able to gather more information. But her avenues for an easy escape are rapidly dwindling.
Curiosity getting the best of her, Nemira leans toward the Crownsguard to overhear what they're whispering about. Though her disguised form is rather short, her real body tips a little too far forward to send Nemira stumbling to regain her footing. She at least has the sense to put on a sheepish smile. "I'd love to go with you, really, but my mother is expecting me back any minute now. I'm already late after staying out too long for a drink."
The lie trickles off her tongue in an attempt to make an excuse for her to get away. Deep down Nem knows it probably won't, but it was worth the try.
Harliblith finds both Crownsguard rather hard to read; it's an unexpected situation, and though she's spent plenty of hours learning of Captain Koduri and his presumed movements, and more time still trying to track these expected movements, she doesn't know all of the intricacies of the relationship between the Righteous Brand and the Crownsguard, and certainly not enough to know whether what they're asking is within reason or outrageously out of line (though if it's the latter, their approach to the matter is certainly calm).
Nemira, distracted by her own stumble, hears almost nothing at all of the whisper ... unless they're actually discussing a nearby lake, which seems somehow unlikely.
"We'll return you to your mother in short order," the human Crownsguard says, shortly, her patience apparently beginning to fray somewhat. "Unless you'd prefer to drag this out," she adds; the comment is still mild, brows just slightly raised, but the threat is clear: a suggestion could very quickly become an arrest. Especially now, in this time, when threats lurk around every corner.
"No problem," says the orc recruit, apparently made braver by the captain's own hesitation -- though he's still very careful about the way he steps around him. "I'd be happy to, uh, help," he says, making to head down the alleyway as directed.
"No, not at all," the halfling says with an innocent show of her hands. Going along with the guards now was the better choice than being paraded around in cuffs. At least her disguised had time before the spell wore off.
Not sure who to be watching - the orcs or the Crownsguards - Nemira slowly falls in line herself. Maybe once they got to a more open space, she'd have a better chance of getting away.
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Harliblith hesitates. She doesn't know what's smarter---run, in case it's a trap, or go with them, and possibly be able to gather more information. But her avenues for an easy escape are rapidly dwindling.
(Insight check: 6)
Curiosity getting the best of her, Nemira leans toward the Crownsguard to overhear what they're whispering about. Though her disguised form is rather short, her real body tips a little too far forward to send Nemira stumbling to regain her footing. She at least has the sense to put on a sheepish smile. "I'd love to go with you, really, but my mother is expecting me back any minute now. I'm already late after staying out too long for a drink."
The lie trickles off her tongue in an attempt to make an excuse for her to get away. Deep down Nem knows it probably won't, but it was worth the try.
Perception: Nat 1 for a total of 2
Harliblith finds both Crownsguard rather hard to read; it's an unexpected situation, and though she's spent plenty of hours learning of Captain Koduri and his presumed movements, and more time still trying to track these expected movements, she doesn't know all of the intricacies of the relationship between the Righteous Brand and the Crownsguard, and certainly not enough to know whether what they're asking is within reason or outrageously out of line (though if it's the latter, their approach to the matter is certainly calm).
Nemira, distracted by her own stumble, hears almost nothing at all of the whisper ... unless they're actually discussing a nearby lake, which seems somehow unlikely.
"We'll return you to your mother in short order," the human Crownsguard says, shortly, her patience apparently beginning to fray somewhat. "Unless you'd prefer to drag this out," she adds; the comment is still mild, brows just slightly raised, but the threat is clear: a suggestion could very quickly become an arrest. Especially now, in this time, when threats lurk around every corner.
"No problem," says the orc recruit, apparently made braver by the captain's own hesitation -- though he's still very careful about the way he steps around him. "I'd be happy to, uh, help," he says, making to head down the alleyway as directed.
"No, not at all," the halfling says with an innocent show of her hands. Going along with the guards now was the better choice than being paraded around in cuffs. At least her disguised had time before the spell wore off.
Not sure who to be watching - the orcs or the Crownsguards - Nemira slowly falls in line herself. Maybe once they got to a more open space, she'd have a better chance of getting away.