(( And alas, we all move forward. ))
Desdemona marched the bustling morning streets of the capital, leading her crew behind her. Their parade was quite the sight, spanning all sizes and races, and yet all highly armed and dangerous. Squads of mercenaries and private security forces were commonplace in the overpopulated city, but even so there were few which matched the variety of Desdemona's group.
"Alright, listen up." the leader declared. She had already explained the scant details of the operation on the way, but now that they were closing in on their destination it was time to outline her very loose plan. "They know who we are, and they probably know why we're coming. Regardless, we're going to walk right in and buy some wine. Whatever you do, don't drink anything. We're going to take it to a friend of mine who can analyze it for curses or toxins... unless any of
you
think you're up to that job." Walking up in a show of force was hardly a subtle way to approach this simple task, but Desdemona very much
wanted
the enemy to know that she was onto them.
Desdemona pointed ahead, where The Chicory Wolf Pub was coming into view. "We're almost there. If they don't stop us, I'm going right inside. A few of you will stay out here and cover our exit just in case. Dalton will take point on the outside team." She didn't assign specific roles to anyone yet, allowing everyone to choose one of the two roles. She didn't care to manually assign everyone for such an inconsequential stage of the mission, but was prepared to do so if anyone didn't figure out their place by the time the group reached the building.
~~~oOo~~~
"Yes, thank you Lady Desdemona." said Dalton. He broke away from the formation, stepping a few feet off to one side. "Everyone covering the outside come over here with me." he suggested.
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