Looking around the tarpaulins covering the furniture, and re-checking the new, Asuran locks with face imprinting another time, Adri finally sighed at herself, shaking her head. ‘You’re just delaying, girl.’
Returning to her room, she started pushing her trunks along, and used some spare bits of rope to get them down the stairs without a crash. Putting even that away, she surveyed the foyer one more time, pondering how she was going to get those trunks to a new place.
‘Do I look for Gulmont? He volunteered, but… these are heavy.’ She shook her head. ‘Not really fair to him, in some ways. He’s strong enough, but not much bigger’n me. I saw how Parlsain struggled with the one last time…. No. I need to find a Norn, or maybe a Charr, who’ll do the work.’ Nodding to herself at her decision, she wandered out into the darkness, locking up behind her. As she got clear of the twisting alleyway behind the manse, she finally saw the fire, and sighed heavily. ‘I hope to the Mists that’s only that noisy brothel. Gonna be rough finding a porter tonight, I reckon, though.’
Despite her feelings about “that brothel”, she squared up her shoulders and started trotting off to look for ways to help any injured.
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