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[Sirus]

"Good enough for me, at least in the short term. Alexander? Are you going to be okay with going to Berebia for now? Just to evade the bounty hunters?"

[Powder Miner]

:"Gah- uh- Berebia?"

[Sirus]

"Dag over there is offering us sanctuary there, if only temporarily. I know you aren't overly fond of them, but in this case I'm not sure what other options we have."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander took an (obvious) moment to compose himself, and it only partway worked.
:"We've been at war with them! Why would you think that they'd look at us too happily either? Why not... Deynastia, or... Ys, or... even the North!"

[Sirus]

"We're not at war with them right now, the attack on Fezzan notwithstanding. Besides, Ys is far to the south and Deynastia is seperated from us by an extensive mountain range, which is likely to be swarming with bandits. A wanted man would be crazy to go near Mercia, and we'd have to pass through Berebia to go to the North anyway. Berebia is the best option at the moment, even if we're only passing through to somewhere else. Unless you can make Anja's wagon fly, at least."

[Powder Miner]

:"Well- well- if we're in Berebia... I want to find a particular man to have vengeance on."

[Haspen]

Dag walked to Gregor's table, still rubbing his lips clean from the tiny bits of food. In the background, Anja led Charlotte from a room towards the main door, the sniper lady heaving to the sides from the drunken weakness.

"So, have you decided?" Dag asked, and then the three men coud hear a muffled thud coming from outside. Anja peeked inside the inn with a smile.

"Charlotte and my wagon are ready."

[Sirus]

Gregor frowned. "Alexander, we're trying to avoid trouble, not make more of it. We'll see how things are once we get there, okay?"
He turned to Dag.
"Looks like we're going with you, at least for now."

[Haspen]

Dag managed to smile a little, and he shook Gregor's hand.

"And I hope we all get to safety alive."

NPC: Dag the Sage joins the party!

NPC list updated in OOC thread.

[Sirus]

"Likewise. Now let's get a move on; we have a wagon, so we won't have to march all night."

[Haspen]

~~Chapter 6: At the Border of Freedom~~

With the hefty reward on their heads, Gregor and his companions had only one real route of escaping: Berebia.
Anja's wagon took them through the forests and valleys, and the broadleaf forests gave in to the dark cyan pines of native to this region of the world.
But, will they get through the border safely?

The cobblestone road under the wheels of the wagon quickly got replaced by dirt and sand. They were entering the border area, area that could turn into a battlefield between two hostile nations any moment.

Then, in the short distance, they could see a stone bridge, partially overgrown with moss. On their side, they could see the crimson banner of Menelea. On the other, the purple flag of Berebia proudly announced what land are entering those who are crossing the bridge.

It was peculiarly silent as the wagon rolled from the hill side into a small valley, through which the river dividing Menelea and Berebia was passing.

Just few metres away from the bridge, Anja became nervous and began watching the forest behind them.

"Did you hear that?" She asked, as the distance between them and the bridge was shorter and shorter with each passing second.

What could they hear, was quiet snoring of Charlotte, who was still sleeping after getting drunk at the inn few hours ago.

[Sirus]

Gregor looked around warily. Surely this was just paranoia left over from the last botched bridge crossing, right?

[Powder Miner]

Alexander was not particularly attentive- he was silently mourning to himself his ability to be loyal to Menelea, and his exile into, of all places, Berebia.

[Haspen]

Anja stopped her wagon so the sound of wheels wouldn't interfere with listening.

And then they could all hear it - many, many hooves stomping the ground south from the wagon, with occassional neigh and shout mixed in as well. And those were getting louder.

"Horses!" That's all Dag could say before Anja smacked her horses with the reins. The beasts, neighing loudly, pulled the wagon with so much force that Dag almost fell off the wagon and Gregor fell onto his back, squishing Charlotte underneath. Alexander of course haven't moved an inch.

They were almost at the bridge when something shone on the sky. The orange-red point suddenly descended onto the bridge, and there was explosion. And then, another meteor struck the bridge. Anja's wagon almost fell to one side while she stopped her horses and tried to change direction in the same time, as the bridge crumbled and collapsed, sending pieces of stone and flint everywhere.

Then, south from bridge, on the very ledge that Gregor's troupe left a minute ago, several horsemen appeared, each of them carrying someone else behind their backs. There was also one balding knight with impressive, red beard. He rubbed his gauntlet-covered hand.

"Geheheh! What do we have here! Smugglers, spies, deserters? Traitors of Menelea who try to sneak away into Berebia, for sure!" The man grinned, and his footmen jumped from the horses onto the ground, brandishing weapons.

[Sirus]

Gregor drew himself up with all the haughtiness he could muster from his days at court. Even if he was on the run and branded a traitor, he didn't want to kill fellow Meneleans if he could avoid it.
: "Foolish man. You think we're deserters?"

: "You have just destroyed a rather expensive bridge and attacked an innocent trader. Give me your name and rank! We will be reporting this to your superior."