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Post by ash on Jul 30, 2016 18:35:13 GMT
Roan had heard so many rumors about what happened in Mount weather. It was something the exiled prince could not ignore. The rumors came from simple men and women of Azgeda, farmers, workers, people who had no benefit of lying, people who would not be heard by their queen as she was busy planning her weird political games that even managed to loose her her own family. Potentially for good, thanks to her deal with the devil, so to speak. The deal with Lexa. In truth Roan had been surprised Lexa had been leading the army into Mount Weather. He would have expected her to chicken out, because it could have been her downfall.
It was daring for him to go to Polis where Skaikru was now with a few people, talking, dealing, potentially finally getting peace over whatever leverage they potentially had. He wanted to find out, see if Skaikru could be useful to his own cause as well as his cause for the simple people of Azgeda. He had no idea, but he had to try. Roan wore a hood in Polis most of the time. He hid part of his face under bandages, had kept his beard long to disguise his jaw. With nobody looking closely at the limping cripple, he was safe for now until they wanted to question him.
Sadly his time in Polis gave him no insight. The warriors that never returned home were nowhere to be found and he grew desperate. He decided to watch the skaikru people and found someone who might just help him. He had seen him cautious, protective and yet compassionate and open. He seemed like the man who valued deals and loyalty.
It was a sunny day when he decided to approach him. He remaind in his role as criple, letting his injured leg give out - not that it was injured - falling into him, hoping it would not backfire if the man might call for the guards of Lexa. Hopefully he'd want to help. |
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