Post by Annasiel on May 2, 2023 0:19:59 GMT
The way down to the bottom decks was not quite long, but the sway of the ship and the narrow, high steps made it the tiniest bit arduous. It didn't help much that Emer's hands were too full to brace herself on the railings - one arm holding the strap of her satchel of supplies, the other holding a steaming bowl of stew with a bread roll perched precariously on the edge. The rolls were - not as sweet, now, nor as soft, but whoever had made this batch had tried their hardest.
Coming down to the cargo hold, the wisewoman carefully slipped between tied down stacks of crates and barrels, footsteps careful in the darker floor to not step on some wayward nail or splinter. Eventually, she made it to the brig. A figure sat inside. Setting her satchel down, Emer rummaged through the key ring, settling on the proper one and unlocking the large cell door.
"How are you?" she asked as she stepped inside, keeping her distance - for the moment - and sliding the food across the floor. She was kind, but she was not a fool. Though her dagger was hidden in her shawl, it would be difficult to make use of it when unsuspecting, especially with her arms as full as they were. Once she'd pushed over the food and set down her satchel, though, she grabbed the heavy chair by the door, pushing it up closer to the bed, fingers resting on the handle of her knife.
"Are you injured? And please, do not try to lie. I will search until I find something, if you do, and treat you all the same."
Coming down to the cargo hold, the wisewoman carefully slipped between tied down stacks of crates and barrels, footsteps careful in the darker floor to not step on some wayward nail or splinter. Eventually, she made it to the brig. A figure sat inside. Setting her satchel down, Emer rummaged through the key ring, settling on the proper one and unlocking the large cell door.
"How are you?" she asked as she stepped inside, keeping her distance - for the moment - and sliding the food across the floor. She was kind, but she was not a fool. Though her dagger was hidden in her shawl, it would be difficult to make use of it when unsuspecting, especially with her arms as full as they were. Once she'd pushed over the food and set down her satchel, though, she grabbed the heavy chair by the door, pushing it up closer to the bed, fingers resting on the handle of her knife.
"Are you injured? And please, do not try to lie. I will search until I find something, if you do, and treat you all the same."