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And sometimes, when the wind blows from the North...(Open)
Batou let the Tachikohma skid to a halt so he could look over the town they were approaching. The little town of Riverbend was...a lot more fortified than he remembered it being. "Stay put," he told Remy quietly, leaving her on the seat of truck as he slid to the ground.
Perhaps bandits had been through? There'd been bandits before and they hadn't let to a nice, solid wall and gate guards.
Had someone taken over and declared it a duchy or something?
Well, one way to find out. He lifted his arm and waved. "Hey! What gives? I can't get my Tachikohma through that little gate!"
The men were cheerful enough when they called back to Batou, obviously they recognized him, but they wanted to check his truck anyway. The nice men ambled up to the truck and peered up at Remy, their faces sliding from cheerful to worried in a heartbeat. "Ma'am?" One of them asked. "You alright in there?"
Perhaps bandits had been through? There'd been bandits before and they hadn't let to a nice, solid wall and gate guards.
Had someone taken over and declared it a duchy or something?
Well, one way to find out. He lifted his arm and waved. "Hey! What gives? I can't get my Tachikohma through that little gate!"
The men were cheerful enough when they called back to Batou, obviously they recognized him, but they wanted to check his truck anyway. The nice men ambled up to the truck and peered up at Remy, their faces sliding from cheerful to worried in a heartbeat. "Ma'am?" One of them asked. "You alright in there?"
