The Warrior's Rest

Vira had spent a day monitoring the comings and goings of the sept's untutored village septon and his boy servant. As dusk fell, she crouched in the darkness of the hill behind the sept, and waited. In her hand was a shovel, which she had snatched from a barn.

As soon as she knew she was clear, Vira ran lightly down the hill and jumped over the fence that ran around the sept's graveyard. This was not the way she wanted to do things, but Vira need an axe, and a shield, and whatever else she could find in these graves. She was short on coin, and didn't feel like going begging to the King - or anyone else - for the weapons she needed. And no amount of fucking would convince a skilled blacksmith to part with high quality steel weapons.

She chose the grave that looked most recent, and began to dig. The work was not especially taxing for her, for she was a strong, robust girl underneath her slender frame, and manual labor was not foreign to her. She dug until she had unearthed the coffin, and kicked it open.

Disgusted, sweaty, and thirsty, Vira held her sleeve to her nose to drown out the stench while she leaned on her shovel, panting. The corpse was disgusting, but she plucked the longsword out anyway - a smith would pay for that steel. After resting for a bit and fortifying herself with water from her waterskin, she began on another grave.

She yanked the shield out and lay down in the grass just behind the gravestone as she saw lights flicker on inside the sept. Who could be there at this hour? Maybe I'm not the only grave robber here, she thought with amusement.

Seven hells. Vira had completely forgotten that septons lived in their septs. Lower Crinkley had never been big enough to merit its own sept, so they had all traipsed off to Upper Crinkley when they needed a septon, or waited for a wandering septon to happen upon their little hamlet.

She lay completely still, hidden behind the gravestone, knowing that he was more likely to see her if she moved.

Vira cursed under her breath. She was torn between running up to the old man and knocking him out, and simply running away under the cover of darkness, especially since the septon had turned back to the sept to speak to his boy apprentice. After a moment of deliberation, she decided to grab the shield and sword, abandon the shovel, and run for it. She leaped up from her hiding place as quick as a cat, and fled out of the graveyard.

Vira fled the sept with the rusty longsword and shield. The next day she appeared in the village of Pennypool, and traded in the rusty longsword and shield for an axe. She had scraped off the arms from the shield so that they wouldn't be recognizable, and had disguised herself, just in case the septon had caught a glimpse of her (however small) in the darkness and talked about her.

(Roll Request Deception)