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[Delekates]

Follows Elizabeth.
"Time to go."

[Hawk132]

Victor follows.

[Haspen]

Moving through the winding streets, and with Elizabeth as unofficial leader of the group, the Associates went back to the plaza were the carriage have stopped. And indeed, it was still there.

The coachman looked down at Elizabeth when she approached.

"Did you find Ibrahim Barca?" The raspyness of his voice was even more evident.

[Delekates]

"Hey coachman, yea we did it!(enthusiastic)"

[Haspen]

The coachman took the reins.

"Good. I shall pass the news to the Chapter. Continue working with and for Ibrahim." He snapped at the horses with the reins and the carriage went westwards.

[Delekates]

((lol, sorry...))
Shout and ask to wait!!!
"HEY WAIT PLEASE!!!"

[Haspen]

The coachman stopped the horses and leaned toward Delekates.

"Yees?"

[kj1225]

"We were going to ask if you could transport us to the town we need to go to before you have to head back."

[Haspen]

"No." He sat straight on his little plank, and with loud 'ha!' he snapped with the reins, and his carriage went on.

[Tiruin]

Vladamir received a pat on his shoulder, courtesy of May.

"Take it this way. It's a good start to get the blood flowing and to get to know the place more."

[kj1225]

V sighs and rubs his forehead.
"I hate humans..."

[GiglameshDespair]

Elizabeth shrugged.
"At least most humans wait until after they're dead to try eating you.

Now come on. There should be a coach-house near the northern gates, as I have no wish to end up walking the whole distance."

Find the coach-house that hosts the coach Ibrahim mentioned and get a ride to the crossroads.

[Delekates]

"I am alrdy a bit tired, how about we buy some food on the way to the stable?"
Goes slowly.

[Haspen]

The coachman was found rather easily. They did offer a ride far north, and didn't say a word about the stop at the crossroads. Sixty Thirty prieste was spent on the ride.

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About an hour later, the carriage was slowly going through a dark spruce forest, following a dirt road north. Rarely a bird would chirp and all the noise that was produced came from clattering of the old carriage and it's badly done wheels.

Then the carriage stopped and the coachman knocked on the wall of the carriage.

"There we are, the crossroads to Szőrcsuha." He said and nodded toward a smaller dirt road. There was a moldy signpost pointing in the direction of that offshoot but the writing was unintelligible.

[Delekates]

"And only 10 pristle in our hands... We should fastly find some work my friends!"
"Thanks for the ride!" - gets out and strethces a bit, "Wheeeew that was pretty long road"