"Put on some clothes your naked body is distracting." My rescuer was dressed in a heavy red cloak and wering what appeared to be thick body armor underneath. She was a large woman, bigger than Marian who was one of the biggest women I'd ever seen. Seriously it looked like she worked out by lifting livestock not even joking. She also tended to favor a shotgun like Marian did, though hers was a pump action one and not the double barrel of Marian's day. She had dispatched the guards with a bomb and the shotgun without seemingly getting hurt herself. The weird thing about her, despite her size her voice was very upper class, like could have been a countess and not some weird warrior.
"I apologize if I had known I'd need to be rescued I would have better dressed for the occasion." People are always such assholes when you are in a desperate situation and not in the best state of dress, mental state, etc etc. I mean its not like I wanted to be naked, it just happened! I found some clothes that weren't too mangled from the dead and my rescuer motioned it was time to leave.
"Vontresa by the way."
"Do you have a last name?" I wanted to ask for references but figured that was pushing it.
"Yes I do, not that it matters, I'm here to get your ass out of here."
"We have to save Braidin too." I wasn't going to leave a man behind. I saw something flash in her eyes briefly that I wasn't too happy about.
"Right of course we do come with me." There were other explosions going off, so I had to wonder if Vontresa was alone (she wasn't) and I had to wonder how she even got here (I mean I had to travel in the belly of a merchant ship that smelled like bad fish, yet she comes in with a shotgun and armor and had no issue? Bullshit!). Guards were apparently all tied up with Vontresa's partner and so we had the run of the palace pretty easily (why didn't we kill Oshujon you ask? He had left prior to Vontresa's arrival, apparently tipped off to the attack, probably by whatever method she had used to arrive). We ran across Braidin all by himself in what appeared to be a fairly nice room, which seemed odd. His clothing wasn't marred or damaged, and he didn't look like he'd fought there, he instead had been waiting there (I figured at the time Oshujon didn't understand how torture worked, I was wrong).
We didn't have time to have much of a discussion, a fire had broken out in the palace and Vontresa moved us out of there fast to an awaiting all terrain vehicle driven by her partner in a crime an equally as large person named Timov who greeted me with a warm smile. Braidin was not happy though, I thought perhaps because he was sad at the state of things, but as I said earlier I was wrong, and I was about to find out how wrong I was.
Also I won my court case! All it took was holding a literal fire underneath the worms nut sack and he quickly saw things my way. Not exactly "legal" but he stole my image to sell something I disagreed with, he's lucky that was all I did to him!
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