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The line to get into the city was not long, but it took time as the negotiations with the Midlands guard at the gate re-started for each person or group that went through.
Senri led the group to the gate, his uniform dusty and mussed from the road. He had tried to get himself in order while he was in line, but it was hard to do while on a moving horse. He glanced at Laun and saw a line of blood still crusted on her neck, but not as obvious as before she had washed herself and her tunic in the stream they had passed at first light. The dark splatter on the brown deerskin jerkin only really showed at an angle and mottled to a woodland pattern otherwise.
Senri was hailed by the guard, warriors grips from the back of the horse to the standing soldier. “Lieutenant Senri, Fourth Logistics and Supply. In to report and escorting these people.” He motioned with his head and the Sergeant looked at the tired travelers.
There was a nod and the Sergeant saluted. “I hope your roads were clear, Sir. Come on in, but the civilians still have to pay entry.”
“What? But I am escorting them in to the-”
Laun kneed Grace forward past Dougal, second from Senri in the line. “How much.” She was not going to do much negotiating if she could help it, but she knew how much they had in her pouch. »Read More