Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-37523810-20190102001951

Vez’Annan is escorted to a relatively large house, at least two stories and having a great view of the ocean, but scenery would really just be good for keeping an eye out for any more Mist Navy ships. A soldier would hand him a key. “This is the key to the house, sir. We’re supposed to leave the village and move on to the nearby city in a few days, so whether you’ll be staying here or not will be you and your superiors’ decision.”

Meanwhile, Beatrice found the area where the executions were taking place, and a few of the soldiers almost instinctively put her in line until they saw the Order’s emblem on her collar. The guards allowed her to watch as th next person, a man who looked to be in his thirties, was shoved forward. The overseer of the executions walked over to Beatrice. “Ah, you’re the Arch Magus’s mutt, yes?”

Menagerie saw a few crewmen working on the sails and swabbing the deck, but no one else was present. It would be easy to sneak off and float over to the mainland.

“Never better. These families have now all been conformed, enslaved, or killed off. I would’ve personally liked to see them all hang, but that isn’t our mission this time. THis Living Armor, which way did she flee?”