Marian had more than a few problems after killing Rive (and obviously one less). She was in the lands of the Red Hand with no real knowledge of the place other than from her Ronerawth upbringing that everyone there is a magic sympathizer who consorts with demons (its the perception and not far from the truth). She had new clothes to replace her rags, but they didn't fit properly, despite Marian being a very man sized woman, mens clothing is not designed with a females body in mind. And while she had some weapons (two swords and a bow) she didn't have a way to properly carry them, so she had the bow strung up (despite that being bad for the bow itself while you are craying it) and kind of hanging off her shoulder, with a quiver of arrows and the two swords in her hands.
You can imagine a woman carrying weaponry wearing ill fitting clothing probably was not looked at favorably, especially in the Red Hand areas which weren't exactly known for their welcoming attitude towards women (though to be perfectly honest neither is anywhere I've ever been). To her credit Marian knew it was best to follow the main road, but not be on it. Especially since there were in theory six other soldiers looking for her as a spy. So she tried to sleep by day, and walk at night. It worked for the most part to keep her out of sight of any Red Hand people.
She eventually made her way to Lork, which in the time since I'd last visited it had returned to the land of debauchery and horrible it always was (comes in cycles, Lork gets cracked down on, it takes the nasty underground a few years later its back in full swing). Lork was the perfect place for a warrior on the run to hideout and plan for her next move, and its a great place to end this entry. Tomorrow I'll go over how Marian hit up Lork, hilariously thats actually pretty literal.
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