Thank you so much. We're so lucky that you came across us when you did.
[ She means it too because it was either this or walking right into the bandit camp bold as they'd like, and Hilda can't imagine that going over very well.
Her appreciation and doe eyes is met with something of a grunt from the man as he turns his horse around and begins the walk back to his "friends". He's just ahead of them most of the way and Hilda can't help but idly think it's a bit of a rookie mistake. You never took hostages or suspicious people and showed them your back — but maybe he thought they were just that hopeless.
She sticks close to Altair's side, positioning himself a little bit behind him to keep up appearances of a scared little sister. When she's certain that their new friend isn't going to turn around she flashes him a grin and a subtle thumbs up.
Soon enough the camp appears in front of them and she can't help but note how much smaller and scrappier it is than some of the other ones she had seen from a distance. He guides them through the camp, the eyes of those that are milling about sharpening weapons and preparing food turning their way; she tugs her hood a little further over her head as he stops in front of one of the central tents. The bandit slips off the horse, ties it off, and turns to lift the flap of the tent. Before departing inside he huffs at them. ]
"Wait here. And don't move."
[ As soon as she's gone she can't help but remark under her breath — ] So much for friendly.
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[ She means it too because it was either this or walking right into the bandit camp bold as they'd like, and Hilda can't imagine that going over very well.
Her appreciation and doe eyes is met with something of a grunt from the man as he turns his horse around and begins the walk back to his "friends". He's just ahead of them most of the way and Hilda can't help but idly think it's a bit of a rookie mistake. You never took hostages or suspicious people and showed them your back — but maybe he thought they were just that hopeless.
She sticks close to Altair's side, positioning himself a little bit behind him to keep up appearances of a scared little sister. When she's certain that their new friend isn't going to turn around she flashes him a grin and a subtle thumbs up.
Soon enough the camp appears in front of them and she can't help but note how much smaller and scrappier it is than some of the other ones she had seen from a distance. He guides them through the camp, the eyes of those that are milling about sharpening weapons and preparing food turning their way; she tugs her hood a little further over her head as he stops in front of one of the central tents. The bandit slips off the horse, ties it off, and turns to lift the flap of the tent. Before departing inside he huffs at them. ]
"Wait here. And don't move."
[ As soon as she's gone she can't help but remark under her breath — ] So much for friendly.