[ Yeah, he doesn't know why he asks. Cid's understanding of time and its passage is questionable at best. All he can do is trudge forward.
And then he also sees the shack. One might relax upon first glance, but with the world that they live in? Clive only reaches for his blade. Can never be too careful. ]
[As long as they get there roughly on time. It just means more time for them to bond??]
The life of an outlaw does deprive of us of the more "glamorous" places, but we make do.
[That said, Clive has the right of it as Cid senses is amiss and slows his steps, a hand going to the hilt of his own sword.]
It also means we have to sometimes "share" with others.
[As if on cue and to prove only gives him bad luck, a small group of padfoots can be seen in front of the shack. They haven't been spotted yet, but it wouldn't be too long.]
A shame. I'm not overly keen on sharing these sorts of locations with others.
[ Padfoots are unfortunately common. It's one of those problems that have started to arise due to the Blight, initially. However over the years with the fall of the Duchy, it's only grown worse. ]
Doesn't seem like they have. They wouldn't be idle otherwise.
[ Nor would they be out in the open or lingering. Thus Clive surges forward, blade bearing down to take the lot of them by surprise. ]
[And Cid just shakes his head a little at Clive rushing in, a grim smile flickering in before he follows suit. Thus while Clive surprises the group, Cid comes in the rear, kicking and slashing his blade through one that was aiming for Clive's back.
It's a small group at least, so between the two of them it should be quick work so long as nothing unexpected shows up.]
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[ But he's not complaining about it any longer. Rather, Clive just follows along after Cid. Torgal brings up the rear. ]
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[A wink as he continues to lead them down not even much of a trail, just cutting through the brush and trees.]
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[ There are twigs that snap and leaves that crunch under the weight of his boots. ]
Just how far are we to go, Cid?
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[He says.
And has said before and it still took them a while—
But no, after the next bend of trees, Clive will start to see an old, worn down hunter's shack ahead of them.]
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And then he also sees the shack. One might relax upon first glance, but with the world that they live in? Clive only reaches for his blade. Can never be too careful. ]
You certainly have a way with locations...
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The life of an outlaw does deprive of us of the more "glamorous" places, but we make do.
[That said, Clive has the right of it as Cid senses is amiss and slows his steps, a hand going to the hilt of his own sword.]
It also means we have to sometimes "share" with others.
[As if on cue and to prove only gives him bad luck, a small group of padfoots can be seen in front of the shack. They haven't been spotted yet, but it wouldn't be too long.]
Let's hope our friend didn't meet them.
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[ Padfoots are unfortunately common. It's one of those problems that have started to arise due to the Blight, initially. However over the years with the fall of the Duchy, it's only grown worse. ]
Doesn't seem like they have. They wouldn't be idle otherwise.
[ Nor would they be out in the open or lingering. Thus Clive surges forward, blade bearing down to take the lot of them by surprise. ]
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It's a small group at least, so between the two of them it should be quick work so long as nothing unexpected shows up.]