A Veteran's Tail

A few days had passed since Cyn's eventful night with the Magic Council. Since then, they'd largely left her alone, simply giving her a rough timeline of when they expected to take off again.

Cyn stretched. Since the debacle, she had ample time to think about what she had agreed to. Some hours were spent staring up at the sky, wondering why the hell she thought it was a good idea, other times she considered giving Hanna a fright. Cyn would pay good money to see Hanna's expression when Cyn proved just how many of those fairy tales the RK Captain dismissed were actually true.

Other than planning this little endeavor, Cyn took the time to wander. She documented the foods she ate, and the animals she found. Occasionally the Rune Knight encampment would hear a gunshot sound in the distance, evidence of Cynisca finding her quarry. Sometimes she would strut into the Rune Knight camp for a hot second, a massive kill slung over her shoulder, a cheeky grin present as she toted her gun with the other shoulder. Cynisca quickly discovered just how much shock value that image provided; never mind the endless giggles she had seeing their blanching, stupefied expressions.

Beyond that, she slept several kilometers away from the sprawling encampment, wanting rest and her starry, cloud flecked sky uninterrupted by man. Unlike her previous rest stops Cynisca kept her gun tucked safely away in her dimension. No telling if one of those cheeky Rune Knights might try to take it.

Finally, the day arrived. The council wrapped up their business and quickly closed up shop, settings coarse for their next destination. It wasn't Emeralace however, as was initially suggested. Out of fear that a ship flying Council colors would tip off their target, it was decided that Hanna and Cyn would be dropped off at another nearby island, then travel to Emeralace on their own. This would give them the element of surprise, but also cut them off from any backup, should something go wrong.

Given how much hunting prowess Cyn had displayed during the past few days, Hanna decided that this was an acceptable risk to take, despite Florz' advising otherwise.Her consern lay more for the civilians, should a fight break out. Crooked Cross wasn't one to care of the safety of bystanders, but there was no telling how they might react to being cornered. As such, Florz insisted that the pair of them carry Lacrima communicators to stay in contact.

As the two women stepped off the pear ant into the main city, Hanna began explaining how to use their Lacrima communicators to Cyn, for probably the tenth time that day. "Remember, they can hear what we hear, so you don;t have to activate them." She said, pointing to her collar, where her communicator was hidden away. "An nobody but us will hear what my team says, so don't worry about that..."

Cyn let out a frustrated sigh. "Do I look illiterate to you? You don't need to explain this to me like I'm an idiot. I'm not some feral child you plucked from the forest," she said, wagging her finger. For the sake of appearing hospitable, she wasn't carrying her weapon on her, instead remaining empty handed. One hand in particular itched, probably missing that familiar hold.

"So...what's the plan? We drop in, say hi, and have a fireside chat? What are the chances of this going sideways?"