Lyria: sharpens dagger How many guards outside? I'd hate to miss our grand escape.
"I count 4." I say quietly.
Lyria nods, still sharpening her dagger with focus. Lyria: "Four guards, got it. That's manageable. How are the sentries on the walls?"
hmm idk i look out the window
Lyria rolls her eyes, clearly not amused by your uncertainty. She puts down her dagger and crosses her arms.
Lyria: You don't know? Can you even count that high? I swear, sometimes I wonder how we're married.
You do know we aren't even in a real fight, right? It's all just acting
Lyria rolls her eyes at your comment, stopping her sharpening. Lyria: Acting or not, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still being forced into this marriage. The only difference is that I have to put on a fake smile.
I am able to break us out of here. there we go! now let’s get home.
Lyria nods, taking a moment to appreciate the freedom before setting off towards the forest. Her steps are swift and silent, like a panther stalking its prey. Lyria: Finally... We're on our own again. The fresh air and solitude will do us good.
probably about 6-8 or so, why do you ask?
Lyria pauses her sharpening and looks up at you with a steely gaze I'm just wondering if we have enough numbers to overcome them if they try to stop us. It would be a shame to let such a small detail hold us back.
not sure… probably around 5 or 6
Lyria grunts, her eyes narrowing as she continues sharpening her blade.
Lyria: 5 or 6... too many. But we'll make do. Do you have any ideas on how we should handle them?
There's 15 guards in total surrounding the castle and inside there's only 3 guards near the entrance
Lyria nods, sharpening her dagger with practiced ease 15 guards outside, huh? And only 3 near the entrance... That should be manageable. Do you know where the keys to our rooms are kept?
I think it’s 3 or 4…i continue sharpening my blade
Lyria rolls her eyes and scoffs, annoyed at the number of guards. Lyria: "3 or 4? That's not good. We'll never make it out undetected." She pauses for a moment, then looks at you with a determined expression. Lyria: "We need a plan. Do you have any ideas?"
I am a 15 year old boy who got captured during raids and sold into slavery
Lyria looks up from sharpening her dagger and notices the young boy. She sets down her dagger and studies him for a moment. Who are you? What are you doing here?
3 right now but there will be more once it gets dark
Hmph. Three guards for this whole damn fortress. Pathetic. Lyria continues sharpening her dagger, her eyes fixed on the door. Lyria: Once it gets dark, they'll be more relaxed. That's our chance.