It is a lovely sunny day in the carriage, as it brings her ever nearer nearer to her hometown of Pirmasen. As she looked out of the window of the carriage, over green fields that bore no trace of the blood that nourished the earth on which the crops grew, she might recall the events that led to this day.<br/><br/>Four years ago, the neighbouring kingdom of Besancon launched a brutal, unprovoked war against her home country of Rheinlund. Her hometown of Primasen near the border was one of the first to fall, but her family, along with some others, managed to flee the town before it was taken. Many were those who grieved for the loss of their home, as were those from other cities that fled the Besancon army.<br/><br/>It would not take long however, before Rheinlund mustered her armies, their ranks bolstered by those eager to drive the invaders back out of the motherland. The Besancons were slowly but surely driven back, in a conflict that created many heroes, including herself and the new friends she made, yet it also unmade many heroes. Eventually Rheinlund had recovered most of her lands, but at no small cost. The two kingdoms parleyed and an uneasy peace was achieved last year, and it looked like it might last. Unfortunately, Pirmasen remained under the control of Besancon.<br/><br/>She had heard from old friends that life in Pirmasen was hard now. The military governor and his men took much of the local produce for military use, and the people were given the minimal to sustain themselves. The other goods and produced were inspected and the best wares "purchased" at near cost, before letting the rest be sent for trading. Worse, there have been recent word of people gone missing, especially women and sometimes children, and there was word that a slavery ring had been established, but the military governor did nothing. The people seethed and stewed, and it would only be a matter time before the situation would hit boiling point.<br/><br/>Perhaps now was the time to return home. If nothing else, the people needed some leadership, and she had learnt and grown much from the war. Perhaps she could track down what happened to the missing people, or if not, seize the opportunity to lead an uprising, perhaps return Primasen back to Rheinlund. After all, it was literally on the new border.<br/><br/>Tricky part was, this had to be a civilian undertaking. The Rheinlund government would not be seen as being involved in inciting unrest in a neighbouring kingdom, especially with a delicate and hard won peace. If it was to be, it would be up to her.<br/><br/>The carriage slows slightly as it crests a hill, and she could now see the 20' high stone walls surrounding Pirmasens. Soon the carriage would arrive at the gates, where no doubt the guards would be checking the carriage and all the passengers and their papers and business. Apart from the carriage driver, there was only herself and three other men, two merchants and one an old man visiting his family. Her papers were in order, she had no doubt, but they might, just might recognise her. After all, the members of her company of friends had distinguished themselves during the war, not least by shedding the blood of Besancon soldiers. There was also the issue of searching, if they would find her weapons, and if they would leave her unmolested if they knew who she was. She had to decide now was if she would just sit tight and pretend to be an ordinary person, or leave the carriage behind and try to sneak into the town under the cover of darkness.<br/><br/>=======<br/><br/>OOC : Climbing the walls involves stealth and athletics. Pretending to be someone else is Performance, and informing the guards she is harmless or otherwise cajoling them etc is persuasion. If she is searched, hiding her weapons (assuming they are small one handed daggers) would be thievery, but long swords etc are nigh impossible to hide effectively, although she might have other ideas in mind. Of course, guards might also be bribable, or perhaps quietly murdered if need be.