Warren didn't sleep after arriving in Whitebrim, though for once he could honestly say it wasn't through any intentional act. The fort's outline had appeared lit by torches shortly after the sun slipped away. Knowing the hour and that his destination was nearby, Warren afforded himself the chance to continue looking along the road. Perhaps Howl had misjudged their location, perhaps they were closer to the roads than he anticipated.
Then their frozen corpses would have turned up.
The numbness in his fingertips and face eventually caused him to give up his search for the evening. He knew he was risking himself by pushing into the darkness like he had weeks ago but he considered that he might not be back on this road again, depending on what happened the next day. He didn't want to leave stones unturned, even if he knew it was impossible to cover everywhere by himself. He owed it to them to look.
He didn't bother with securing a room. He wore the look of an adventurer with his armor and crude weapon and pack of supplies and found himself settled down by the central fire. He wasn't going to miss the expedition the following day, nor did he know when it would be departing.
Bedding down someplace warm and cozy might be the death of you. Better to brave the conditions outside and be sure of your surroundings than find yourself waking past noon.
He didn't sleep. His mind drifted slightly ahead of him, considering the day to come. For once the voices seemed content to give him a few bells of reprieve, and the occasional pop of a log on the fire or passing of the guards kept proper rest at bay.
"Castille." The name slipped from the mouth of the severe Inspector Prauvaulient. Warren wasn't aware of anyone standing nearby, and the hyur was still sitting beside the fire with his hood up over his head.
"Thought you said you weren't going to look for me, Inspector."
"Don't think so highly of yourself. You have been sitting in my encampment for some time. I was merely checking to see if you were already frozen to death."
Warren got to his feet and looked the elezen in the eye. He wasn't used to meeting someone's gaze head-on.
"Ready then?" Warren didn't wish to engage in a game of oneupsmanship.
"Soon." The elezen gestured to a covered caravan lead by a team of chocobo. Within the hour they were off, Whitebrim quickly fading behind them.
Then their frozen corpses would have turned up.
The numbness in his fingertips and face eventually caused him to give up his search for the evening. He knew he was risking himself by pushing into the darkness like he had weeks ago but he considered that he might not be back on this road again, depending on what happened the next day. He didn't want to leave stones unturned, even if he knew it was impossible to cover everywhere by himself. He owed it to them to look.
He didn't bother with securing a room. He wore the look of an adventurer with his armor and crude weapon and pack of supplies and found himself settled down by the central fire. He wasn't going to miss the expedition the following day, nor did he know when it would be departing.
Bedding down someplace warm and cozy might be the death of you. Better to brave the conditions outside and be sure of your surroundings than find yourself waking past noon.
He didn't sleep. His mind drifted slightly ahead of him, considering the day to come. For once the voices seemed content to give him a few bells of reprieve, and the occasional pop of a log on the fire or passing of the guards kept proper rest at bay.
"Castille." The name slipped from the mouth of the severe Inspector Prauvaulient. Warren wasn't aware of anyone standing nearby, and the hyur was still sitting beside the fire with his hood up over his head.
"Thought you said you weren't going to look for me, Inspector."
"Don't think so highly of yourself. You have been sitting in my encampment for some time. I was merely checking to see if you were already frozen to death."
Warren got to his feet and looked the elezen in the eye. He wasn't used to meeting someone's gaze head-on.
"Ready then?" Warren didn't wish to engage in a game of oneupsmanship.
"Soon." The elezen gestured to a covered caravan lead by a team of chocobo. Within the hour they were off, Whitebrim quickly fading behind them.
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