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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Jan 30, 2023 23:28:10 GMT -5
The spirit of the Red Rogue was one of the traditions between cultures in Charon that Del was deeply amused by. While she could not remember most of the years that came prior, one that stuck out in her mind was when her instructor led her out in the cold night to give gifts to the less fortunate. While much of the old monk's gifts had been hand-made, and not stolen from the rich, within the sack there would sometimes be objects Del was certain did not come from his hands originally. But when she asked where he'd gotten them, signing to him curiously, the man would simply wink and tap the side of his nose. If they saw anyone delivering gifts that were, perhaps, ill-obtained, he taught her to turn a blind eye.
Del, however, preferred a more hands on approach. While she was, again, no thief, she was no snitch, and indeed, had a particular skill set that made her an invaluable Red Rogue herself. Though the goods in the warehouse she approached, moving nimbly from alley to alley as quietly as possible, were not lifted by her hands, she could contribute to the delivering of these things while she was here in the city for a few days. Her joy in helping people was very apparent here. This was direct action.
While the Ash Lands and Darkveil City hadn't always been kind to her, to say the least, the draw she felt for the place was one she was reticent to ignore. And this time, at least, she could help in a way that didn't draw immediate suspicion or scrutiny. It was expected that she remain under cover, and in shadow.
Taking care to not jostle anything against the stone ground or the pavement while she made her way, Del peered around a corner towards the warehouse she had been told to go to. While she did not know what the building contained-- not that it was her business anyway-- she did know that what was within was valuable, and could set up one of the many less fortunate families in the area for the year. Hopefully, it contained something easily fenced or otherwise immediately profitable. Del watched the exterior for a few minutes to look for any suspicious movement or people nearby from her place in the shadows. Particularly if any one else who had volunteered to take part in the redistribution of wealth was going to take part.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Jan 31, 2023 20:14:24 GMT -5
"You're going where?"
Oleeae's voice is, as it so typically is, steady, even, her words spoken with the care of someone who has seen a thousand oddities in her life and will see a thousand more, but Askr has come to know the way incredulity subtly blisters through her words well. There is a weariness in those silver eyes as they settle upon him, a few other things held in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, in the tight way her lips are pursed, but he could not name them. All he can tell is that she seems tired, and that he is likely the cause.
"I am going to assist with a small heist on a warehouse on the easternmost side of Darkveil City," he parrots the words he had spoken earlier, his tone the same, his words the same, delivered as plainly and as simply as if he had announced he was going to buy something out in the market. "I will be back by morning. Probably."
"Probably?" Oleeae's voice sharpens at that, firm in that way it gets when someone has told her something she does not like. She falters for a moment and a moment alone, searching for her words, eventually settling on letting out a quiet sigh. "...is this more of that Red Rogue shit? Who put that idea in your head, kid? Was it Ogma? Why the hell is he going on about that? You don't need to be getting involved in that sorta thing, especially not on your own."
It had, in fact, been Ogma who'd mentioned it. It had been strange, but not in a bad way; the sharpness in his eyes softened just so when he spoke of the legend of the Red Rogue, his usual harsh demeanor melting down into something gentle, something reverent, as though he spoke of a secret god and not folktale, the scar that twisted every expression of his into something sour hardly doing anything to touch the wistfulness in his face as he'd spoken. Seeing something other than displeasure on his face alone had been enough to catch Askr's silent attentions, and though Ogma had bristled just so at the way Askr had stared, he had spoken of the legend, spoken of those who perpetuate it within Darkveil's perimeters every year.
"Y'know, Askr," he had said, his face impossible to read. "If you're that curious, why don't you go try it yourself? Go be a Red Rogue for a night. See what you learn."
He had spoken it like a suggestion, and yet it sounded like some kind of order. And so here he is, ready to venture into the night and learn a thing or two about what it means to be a living legend.
"...Captain Bleier, I do not think I will be alone," Askr says quietly. "...I... will be back by morning. But I have to go."
"I-- ugh," he hears her sigh as he turns around. "Gods, kid, you're puttin' gray in my hair... Just try to stay out of sight, and don't get into any trouble!"
The 'again' that follows her words is unspoken, but both of them hear it.
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It is mercifully dark by the time Askr arrives at the warehouse-- the pulse of life within Darkveil has long-since carried out to the square, to the taverns, out and away from places like this, though he is not so foolish as to believe this will be an easy, simple mission. Paranoia flows freely within the veins of the Ash Lands' people, and such paranoia makes them cautious-- no matter what valuable cargo is kept within stone walls, no matter how easily it could be replicated or remade or restored, their original owner will do what it takes to keep it out of the hands of others.
He keeps his pace slow, his footsteps light as he eases around a corner, searching for any potential opening into the building, any way to slip inside and obtain what he can. He is still learning the nuances of stealth, the finer details of maneuvering in ways that elude the gaze of those around him, but he does know how to move carefully, how to stay out of sight and do what he can to sneak around.
Askr takes a step backward, ready to test just how high the climb might be up to one of the windows on the second level-- but that's when he hears a subtle noise behind him, and he's quick to whip around, careful not to produce a weapon, not to do anything that may indicate he is doing something he should not be. And yet... he is not face with a security guard, or with an indignant noble-- he is faced with a stranger, who simply watches him from the veil of shadow.
"...ah," he pauses, glancing the woman standing before him up and down a few times, appraising her carefully, trying to settle on what in Charon he should say to her. "...h... hello."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 2, 2023 1:55:07 GMT -5
It was in this act of peering that she caught sight of someone at the warehouse. Upon watching for a few seconds, they did not look like a guard-- more like someone breaking in with how quiet and carefully they approached the warehouse. They looked, for lack of a better term, to Del's eyes at least, like spun metal. There was a delicate gleam to their hair, the almost moonstone facets of their skin, bestowed with a crown of silver ash. She recognizes the wood, at least, even at this distance. She had seen a lot of things over her years, but not someone like this. They were almost a treasure unto themselves.
Brushing against the wall causes the alert person to whip towards her. Spotted, though she was not embedded within the shadow at the moment thankfully, she steps out to give them a full view of her. She stands taller than this person, she notices, and gives a small bow. She certainly appreciated not having a weapon drawn on her. Usually her visits to Darkveil did not go that well. The wariness and paranoia was strong in this one though, and for good reason. That, Del could also appreciate.
"Hello," She replies, stepping closer, carefully, so she can keep her voice low. Her head tilts, looking at them. Her hands lift peaceably, palms open and forward to show no ill-intent. "Trying to get in?" She looks up at the wall and back at this... well, she wasn't quite sure what to make of them, but she was at least sure they weren't a guard. "I'm assisting in the, ah, festivities this year. Are you participating as well?" Her head tilts, hoping they will catch her gist-- Del was always wary about revealing details, especially when she knew she didn't have the full story yet. She taps the sack tucked into the sash at her waist, brows lifting slightly, to see what kind of reaction that may garner.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Feb 5, 2023 2:52:38 GMT -5
Festivities.
The way the woman standing before him says it, with gentle, perhaps deliberately awkward emphasis placed on the word, seems like a code-- a sign she expects Askr to pick up on. Askr is not good at deciphering hidden meaning in spoken language, lacks any skill with inflection or the weight people thread into the things they say, but he believes he can figure out something as simple as this. This stranger is trying to determine whether he is an ally, an adversary, or merely someone uninvolved entirely.
...He thinks. It feels like a rational assumption to make, at least. He hopes he is not wrong.
"...Festivities," he nods slowly, watching the way the woman standing before him taps at the sack at her side. Yes, this does feel like a reasonable assumption; this must be some form of code. It feels obvious enough that even he can see it. "...You do not need to speak so vaguely, ma'am. I am... participating, yes."
Although... she seems far more familiar with what this work entails, more familiar with what lies in wait for her, for them, likely doing this for a greater reason than someone else's orders. He does not know what those reasons are, but they are likely built on solid ground, stronger soil than any one of Askr's own decisions has ever been. Even if there is still some degree of ambiguity about who she is and why she is here, some cool, soothing feeling settles in Askr's glass heart at the knowledge that someone who truly understands this will be present.
"...My name is Askr," he says after a moment too long of silence, figuring it is a good enough sign of no suspicion to offer his name first. "It is... nice to meet you, ma'am."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 6, 2023 23:24:54 GMT -5
There's an uncertain pause that Del isn't sure that the person in question knows exactly what she might be asking-- which would be fine, that was better than a guard or a noble who would protest such things and make it all that much less fun. But it seems quickly cleared up, as they echo her words. Del smiles at the response, and offers a small bow from the waist. "I will speak more plainly, then. It's a pleasure to meet you, Askr. Please, call me Del." She straightens and then looks up at the building thoughtfully.
"I can get up there and get us in, if you have no qualms." She gestures at a window some feet above their heads, touching the rope looped around her shoulders. Del speaks softly and with confidence, the light gravel to her voice emphasized at this lower pitch. Clearly, this is not her first rodeo. "There doesn't appear to be a heavy guard presence around the perimeter, though I haven't assessed the inside, yet. Do you prefer to climb, or would you like me to open the main door from the other side?" Del returns her gaze to Askr, silently gauging, trying to see by looking what his experience might be.
"Or do you have another idea?" She prompts after a beat, inquiring in a light, warm tone. Not to baby him, but to see what sort of skills he could bring to the table. It was always good to work with a different mix of people and abilities. It made it... fun.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Feb 8, 2023 12:46:05 GMT -5
A smile is usually a good sign.
Askr has learned so much and yet so little of the intricacies of faces, of all the meaning that can be sequestered within the curve of a line or the twitch of a muscle. Expressions are painfully complex things, so much emotion capable of being packed into one gesture, and it is... difficult to comprehend all of the things one movement can mean. But a smile is usually good-- a smile signifies approval, or contentment, or sometimes the will to piece together the illusion that things are fine. To see one on this stranger's face, in tandem with the lighter lift of her voice, must be a good sign.
"Del," he repeats, whispering the name to himself. It is easy to remember-- one syllable, three letters, if he can trust what limited linguistic knowledge he has accrued in the past months. "...Miss Del. Mm."
He falls silent once again as Del gestures up to the warehouse window, tapping at the rope at her shoulders, her offer of help quite clear. It is kind, but Askr has no need for guidance or aid-- if he has flourished with any one thing over the months, it is with matters of skilled maneuvering, with learning how to find a way to work around any surface he must.
"That will not be necessary, ma'am," he says, stepping over to the warehouse wall, already placing a palm against stone, fingertips searching for a ridge, for a place where the smoothness yields. "I am... quite a capable climber."
As if to provide an example, his fingers curl over stone, strangely secure despite the tight arrangement of blocks-- one foot follows, and then another, and in moments, he's already made his way halfway up the wall, golden eyes glinting as he turns to look back down at Del. Hopefully this will be proof enough that he is capable-- if not, though, he is more than ready to do whatever else he must to show it. [1]
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 9, 2023 2:22:42 GMT -5
Her brows lift in interest as Askr very politely declines her offer. She always came prepared for little excursions like this; it was better to have all one's bases covered, especially when one wasn't entirely sure of what they were getting into. In fact, she was so used to being the only one who had done any sort of preparation, that she found herself surprised-- and impressed-- that her cohort in this Night of the Red Rogue escapade was similarly as ready for the work ahead as she was. "That is good to know. I apologise for assuming otherwise," She's smiling still, clearly delighted, amber eyes shining. "By all means," She takes a step back and gestures, watching as Askr starts to ascend. He does so with grace and ease, scaling the wall with little effort. As he looks back down to her, Del gives him a silent appreciative nod, impressed. He was not kidding; the young man could certainly climb. "If I'd known I was going to get partenered with someone who knew what they were doing, I would have taken my own preparation a little less seriously," She chuckles softly; that was a joke, she would never not be prepared. But she wasn't kidding about being impressed by Askr's ability. Del backs up a few paces and kicks off into a short sprint. The balls of her feet meet the wall as she propels herself up with a few more steps before losing that extra upward momentum. Strong hands easily find a divot between the brick, knuckles pressing deep into the wall as she holds most of her weight on just her fingertips.[1] One leg swings out, finding extra purchase, and she eases into a more comfortable climbing stance, now at an equivalent height to Askr. She gives him another crooked smile and gestures up. "After you. Got anything to get that window open quietly?"
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Feb 16, 2023 1:09:44 GMT -5
It is subtle, difficult to trace in the blankness of his face, but a little spark of what could be confusion settles low in Askr's eyes at Del's comment about being a little more lackadaisical with her own preparations; it is an awfully strange thing to say about an operation as delicate as this one, one that revolves around theft in a city as dangerous as Darkveil. One can never afford to be flimsy with preparations in any sense, even if their allies are excessively prepared; after all, when one limb struggles to move as it should, it brings the harmony of the entire body down with it. The body will inevitably struggle to climb with one arm-- it can learn, but it will have to adapt.
"...I do not think it is ever wise to come unprepared," he says, tilting his head just so as he looks Del up and down. But then he pauses, catching the way a laugh slips off the edge of her words, and then it dawns on him-- this is another one of those... jokes, isn't it? She says it in jest. She... knows better, and expects that Askr knows better, and therefore it is meant to be amusing.
Ah. Well. He cannot rescind his words now.
He watches in silence as she maneuvers up the wall in much the same way, with equal deftness, equal skill, as though it is second nature-- as soon as he is given the cue to move further along, he listens, following each foothold and handhold, lifting himself up the whole way until he reaches the platform before the window. He settles in place, then, eyeing the window like it is a particularly difficult puzzle before glancing back down to Del.
"...I do not have lockpicks, if that is what you are asking," he says quietly. "I may be capable of breaking the lock, if you think that to still be a quiet means."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 16, 2023 13:14:10 GMT -5
"You would be right," Del responds without missing a beat, replying to Askr's statement as if he hadn't missed her light joke at herself, voice containing no judgment at all. She simply moves past it as they ascend together. "I'm impressed! Not many people can climb that effectively."
They reach the window very quickly, which Del is pleased with. Things normally only went this smoothly when she did them herself. As she hauls herself up the little platform, eyeing the window. She didn't have any picks either, and that wasn't a skill she was particularly adept at. But, she had other tools at her disposal. Always prepared.
"It's alright, I've got it." She pulls out her tools from her belt, and gently prises up the nails from around the window sill with the back of her hammer on the left side, loosening the glass around it. Once it's loose, she prises the frame away from the pane on the one side, and the small window swings open like a door, the wood on the right side giving as the nails within continue to hold that part of the window in place, bending within the wood and emitting a soft groan of protest.
Giving Askr a smile, Del slips deftly inside, vanishing into the shadow effortlessly. She lands without a sound[1][2] and shifts out of the way for Askr to land, while she takes a quick glance about to make sure the coast is clear, and they can start their task unimpeded.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Feb 20, 2023 2:37:19 GMT -5
There are many reactions Askr anticipated in response to him missing Del's obvious joke; snide laughter, a roll of the eyes, the usual responses he earns whenever the things some of the older mercs say fly over his head. He expects a pitying glance, perhaps-- a gentle explanation that she had simply been telling a joke, that she is old enough and experienced enough to know better than to come anywhere like this unprepared. Such a thing would be warranted. Such a thing would be... unsurprising. What he does not anticipate is her focusing on his skill in maneuvering up the side of the building above all else-- what he does not expect is a compliment, delivered with shining eyes and a tone laced with approval, as though he has done something remarkable instead of something he simply should be expected to be capable of. Askr blinks. He... nods. "Thank you, ma'am," he says simply, because it is polite, and being polite to a woman like Del is right and correct. He remains perched on the platform by the window, eerily still as he watches her effortlessly fiddle with the framing of the window-- she is precise, clearly well-versed with the tools in her hands, more efficient and effective than Askr ever would have been with whatever he would have tried. As soon as she slips through the self-made passage, he is quick to follow, clinging to the interior wall as he slides down, careful to stay as silent as can be as he joins her on the ground. [1]
The warehouse is eerily silent, though he knows better than to believe it will stay that way-- anyone in Darkveil with the money to own a place like this is often paranoid, and paranoia comes with the fortune and willpower to hire someone to protect it. Silence does not indicate emptiness-- it indicates an opponent who knows what they are doing.
"...Miss Del," Askr whispers, his voice painfully quiet. "...do you know who this place belongs to?"
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 21, 2023 22:52:08 GMT -5
Askr was such a polite young soul. It was rare enough to be called ma'am, and even rarer to be done so by someone... well, doing what they both were doing; breaking into a warehouse in the dead of night. There was a stillness about him as well that was almost uncanny, as if he didn't settle into place, he had simply... paused.
Del muses this as Askr makes his way down, giving him a quiet smile before they start to move around the edges of the warehouse, sticking to the dark places and moving carefully between the far shelves along the wall. Del makes no noise as she walks, a veritable ghost in the darkness[1]. Better yet, from her point of view, Askr's movements are practiced, swift and sure, able to keep up without missing a single stride. It was impressive; either he was very well trained, or this was some innate ability. Very likely both.
The silence of the warehouse is concerning. This place was meant to be guarded, from what Del knew. She had watched for guard activity, though, and had not seen much beyond the exterior perimeter watch changing shifts. Best to be careful, and not simply move immediately out into the open.
Del glances to Askr at his hushed question, having no issue locating him in the dark.[2] "No; it's someone well off, that much I know, but I don't know who, exactly. Probably better if we don't." Not a bad way to ensure there was deniability, all told, in case things went poorly. That didn't seem to be much of a concern at the moment, though. After seeing what she had, Del was quite confident in Askr's abilities.
She stops in her tracks as they come to a wider gap between shelves, allowing the two of them a better look at the interior. There is a large covered object in the centre, and several filled sacks off to one side. The room remains quiet and tense. Del's voice, also a hair below a whisper, looks back to Askr. "Something doesn't feel right. It's very strange we haven't seen any guards yet. There might be an alarm or some sort of trap. What do you think?" Del look's at Askr earnestly, interested to see what his view of their situation is.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Mar 16, 2023 2:40:12 GMT -5
It is an easy thing to fall into the role of a follower.
Askr lurks behind Del as they move along through the shadows of the warehouse, his footsteps as quiet as he can make them, though he hardly compares to the silence Del commands as she effortlessly weaves in and out of the darkness, her footfalls yielding no sound at all. She is clearly practiced, well-versed in the motions she makes-- it is a far cry from the way Askr's own allies in the Ring handle things. Stealth is not a foreign art to every mercenary, but it is hardly something many of them command as well as the woman leading him through the night-dark space.
It is admirable, truly-- it is clear that there would have been no better ally for Askr to find for something like this. He knows little of the legend of the Red Rogue beyond what Ogma told him, knows none of the minutiae, but Del... truly does seem as though she was meant to do something like this. The legend is an old one, from what he knows, but if someone told him the myth was shaped around Del, he does not think he would think twice about it.
"Ah," he murmurs at Del's response, nodding to himself. It is... a foreign thing to step into a situation without much information, but it is something he must get used to, and if Del says it is better to know less, then she is likely correct. "Then... as you say, ma'am."
As soon as her motions come to a stop, Askr is quick to stop behind her, blinking curiously at the setup lying before them both. The lack of guards here does not bode well, truly; it is unheard of for the wealthy in the Ash Lands to be anything less than paranoid about what lies within their hands. A situation like this requires great caution, as well as great awareness of their surroundings-- the last thing they want is to be drawn into a trap.
"...there is almost certainly some sort of trap," he whispers. "It is... unwise to leave a place like this defenseless. I have no means of detecting the presence of others, though."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Mar 17, 2023 23:34:29 GMT -5
Del nods a silent agreement. She cannot see the trap, but she can see into the shadows themselves, as if looking into daylight[1]. She does not see any individuals, not immediately anyway... and that is almost more alarming. If this place truly had no people in it besides herself and Askr, it meant that whatever sort of trap this room held, it was one where those who had laid it were either confident enough that it would work to inhibit, or perhaps capture, the intruders... or, it was one where whoever had laid it did not wish to deal with any excess casualties.
"No sign of movement or other guards. So far, at least. There are none hiding in the dark, at least, but if there are any hidden by camouflage or by cover, I cannot tell." Clicking her tongue softly against the roof of her mouth, Del's eyes wander. Slowly, as her gaze drifts up, she sees it.
Gently nudging Askr, she lifts her chin towards the ceiling. The roof held some sort of folded object, a deployable trap that hovered on thin threads above the object in the centre of the warehouse. It looked like part snare, part baer trap, part cage, designed to hold an intruder indefinitely and painfully until some proper authority could arrive. She could not sense the magic of this place-- that was quite above her own ability. But, the gleam of her amber eyes in the darkness allowed her to see where there were particular scuff marks on the floor, as if the other places were stepped over purposefully.
"I think there may be some sort of runic field on the floor," Del posits thoughtfully, "And that sets off the trap above. It looks... relatively benign, but it could be very painful if it's triggered. Are you able to sense that magic, perhaps?" She looks to Askr with questioning eyes again. "If not, I can either guide you across with what I am able to see, or cross myself if you would prefer to not risk yourself unnecessarily. I don't want you getting hurt for this if it can be prevented." Askr was a nice kid to Del's view, thus far. Red Rogue-ing was supposed to be a novel experience; not a deadly one. On the best days, anyway.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Apr 14, 2023 17:25:09 GMT -5
There is no sane man or merchant in all of Darkveil who would leave their wares unattended to in their absence– that is one of the clearest rules of this city, one of the things Askr understands quite well. As soon as Del gestures toward the ceiling, toward the patterns of discoloration on the floor, indicative of careful traversal, Askr gives a short nod, brows furrowing as he squints into the shadows as well, noting the contraption on the ceiling and the quiet power surging through parts of the concrete floor. [1] He can hardly consider himself a master of any form of magic, still barely has a decent command over the fragments of power the woman he called “mother” bestowed upon him when she might still have been capable of loving him, but he can sense the pulse of the arcane, a silent heartbeat thrumming through the floor. He gives a short nod in response, still studying the patterns in silence for a moment longer before taking one step forward, slow and cautious. “...I can sense an outline of it,” he says. “The… runic field, I mean. It is not a perfect assessment, but it should be good enough. If you wish, you may follow behind me, Miss Del. I do not mind risk or pain. It is part of this line of work.”With that, he continues moving forward in slow steps, listening to that faint pulse, watching the light marks against the floor, weathered by footsteps and quick jumps, careful not to lead his companion for the evening into what could be an agonizing trap. He would hate to let her down.
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Apr 17, 2023 23:19:50 GMT -5
That Askr can see the field of magical energy puts an enthusiastic smile on Del's face. She inclines her head slightly, a silent assent for them to lead on at their discretion. "I would still prefer if you were not hurt, however," Del adds in whisper after a moment, trying to emphasize the caution; she was no stranger to pain either, but she would not like this young, polite person to be harmed in any way, if she could help it. Tough Del supposed it was hard not to be protective over one as young as they seemed to be.
She carefully follows in the path behind Askr, trailing only a few feet behind so as to keep to the hidden path that Askr could see but she could not. As they get close to the crate, Del sides up carefully alongside them, inspecting the crate itself before even daring to touch it. She reaches out slowly, feeling along the lip of the crate to feel for a latch, or a portion of the lid that wasn't nailed down, when her fingers brush up against something. Her eyes widen as she stills holding her hand in place.
In her quiet fumbling, she had located a trip wire. And if she moved her hand even slightly from where it was positioned, it was bound to go off.
"...So. Good news and bad news." Del whispers to Askr. "The crate should be easy to open, there's a hinge on this side. The bad news is, there's a wire trap of some kind attached to it that I am currently holding in place with my finger." Her face scrunches into a slight grimace. "How fast do you think you can grab things before whatever this thing is goes off?"
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