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</div><br/><br/><i>Huh… </i>The pretty girl in the dark braid who had smiled as she walked by earlier seemed to know the boss. She walked right up to him and asked to have words. The large man completely ignored William, instead, grabbing the girl’s hand and disappearing around a building corner.<br/><br/>Will placed his hands on his hips and looked after the two. “Rude…” he muttered, shaking his head. But he supposed a pretty girl with a body like that would take precedence over a guy like him any day. As he turned his head back towards the horses and soldiers he watched as a small gathering of women began to congregate.<br/><br/>One walked from the shadows, her long, booted legs ending in pair of practical trousers. She wore a loose-fitting beige blouse under a tunic, which was cinched around her shapely waist with an interesting double-belted band. Over this she wore a long, versatile cloak, and carried a satchel across her shoulders. She had that educated look about her; a woman of means and mind, it seemed.<br/><br/>Behind her, a young woman with platinum hair and a backpack brimming with books and parchment approached, then paused at the horses and began talking to the beast. Then she approached the giant at the gate; a brave move for anyone, lest of all a diminutive thing like her. Will noticed her pointed chin and delicate features, and did not think at first that she was part of their group until the giant looked their way, and her gaze followed. Will raised a hand in greeting, wondering what in the world<i>women</i>were doing on their trip.<br/><br/>“Hey,” he called out as the women came into range. “Are you ladies sure you’re in the right place?” His eyes went from the platinum bookworm to the woman with the braid. He saw that they had noticed the interesting little exchange, and explained. “Oh, if you’re looking for our leade, he went back there to ‘talk’,” he gestured towards the building corner. “He’ll probably be busy for like…three minutes, tops.” He smirked at his own joke. “I’m Will Riot, your friendly expedition scout. You guys do know that this might be a one-way trip, right?”