Running the Gauntlet - Part 1

The gate out of the city (quickest route to Arden) is the one Ruby stressed in her messages and blurted talkie-talks. She's arrived early to act as a rallying point. Meet by the amazon. Hard to miss. And there she is, smoothing herself down and eyeing those that may patrol at this hour of the day. She's very busily scarfing down something nutritious that's hot enough to produce visible steam. Hungry enough to nearly take off the tips of her fingers while she takes it apart with her teeth. The exact time is somewhere...just before wagons of merchants are drawn up to make deliveries to the Little Market and other establishments.
Ruby is in minimalist attire, though she's got a big honking pistol strapped to her back, and a kukri sheathed behind her waist. Short breeches, short top, lots of inky-ink everywhere. Bracers on forearms and barefoot down below. A thick wide belt is a clear no-man's land separating upper and lower attributes.

Matthias has shed his formal outer shirt, going with cotton rather than silk, and is wearing light breeches that tuck into his boots. His red pocket square is unfolded and wrapped around his head to collect sweat. He wears bracers with elaborate long knives in them. A few extra daggers are strapped to his legs. He knows better than to ask where they're going, by now. Ruby will tell then when she's ready. Maybe she suspects one of them is secretly a Bog-gist.

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