06-21-2017, 01:01 AM
His hopes went unanswered.
He had indeed found company on the road, but it was not the simple civilian folk he had been hoping to see. Not a merchant, or perhaps the local law of this land. No, nothing of the sort. But there was company waiting on the road.
He had been traveling at his slow, even pace for what felt like hours now. The judas priest had all but given up on encountering anyone this day, resigning himself to perhaps wandering on through the night, following the road and seeing where it lead him. But here, just as the sun was starting to begin its descent beyond the horizon, as it turned from pale yellow to gold and orange, he'd come across company.
They were lounging around, among piles of wreckage on either side of the road. Large, heavy carts pulled into the middle of the road, blocking it off from any carts or the like traveling along. At least a dozen folk stood or sat around and among the rudimentary blockade. On foot, it would not be difficult to circumvent it and merely go around, provided one had not been seen yet. But even from this distance, Anderson could tell. Eyes had already been laid on him, and the group of blockade-runners had gone from their easy lounging to a watching, waiting, ready position.
It drew a deep, heavy sigh from him. This was going to be another delay. Behind his glasses, eyes lazily, tiredly, flicked up to take in the position of the sun. "I'll not be makin' it much further before dark, if I have ta stop tae take care o' that lot..." he said. He hunched his shoulders as if against a chill breeze as he continued forward, not even breaking his stride. "Maybe they'll be of a mind tae let an old man pass without issue..."
He had indeed found company on the road, but it was not the simple civilian folk he had been hoping to see. Not a merchant, or perhaps the local law of this land. No, nothing of the sort. But there was company waiting on the road.
He had been traveling at his slow, even pace for what felt like hours now. The judas priest had all but given up on encountering anyone this day, resigning himself to perhaps wandering on through the night, following the road and seeing where it lead him. But here, just as the sun was starting to begin its descent beyond the horizon, as it turned from pale yellow to gold and orange, he'd come across company.
They were lounging around, among piles of wreckage on either side of the road. Large, heavy carts pulled into the middle of the road, blocking it off from any carts or the like traveling along. At least a dozen folk stood or sat around and among the rudimentary blockade. On foot, it would not be difficult to circumvent it and merely go around, provided one had not been seen yet. But even from this distance, Anderson could tell. Eyes had already been laid on him, and the group of blockade-runners had gone from their easy lounging to a watching, waiting, ready position.
It drew a deep, heavy sigh from him. This was going to be another delay. Behind his glasses, eyes lazily, tiredly, flicked up to take in the position of the sun. "I'll not be makin' it much further before dark, if I have ta stop tae take care o' that lot..." he said. He hunched his shoulders as if against a chill breeze as he continued forward, not even breaking his stride. "Maybe they'll be of a mind tae let an old man pass without issue..."
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