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Wild goose chase it was, Miki was never good with maps but had stopped in Demavend to purchase one. Traveling the road west to Bardona and then north towards Demavend was easy, she knew Daravin like the back of her hand and had ridden a majority of its roads plenty of times before. With her Moroi sense of direction, getting places in Daravin wasn't a problem if she had a header and the roads made travel with the chariot easy. Reading a map though was complete gobbledygook to Miki, but she didn't let her companions know this. Confidence as a leader was key and Miki would never let friend nor foe know her short comings. If Miki was anything she was resourceful.
They had, as far as Miki could tell, made it to Shoerlund. The landscape was similar to that of North Daravin, but different in a way Miki couldn't quite put her finger on as someone with little poetic ability. Perhaps it was the trees, woods were more and more different as they traveled the eastern roads to Lanbridge-- her first stop to look for Zero. She had explained to her companions that they were headed to Lanbridge, but travel seemed slow. Nearly two weeks of riding on chariot her ass was hurting. The roads were made for slow caravan travel, not the beasts of the Badlands so travel was rough and bumpy. They had passed a few caravans of natives who looked scared and shocked at the Badlanders quickly passing them on the chariots, but Miki didn't slow down at all to impress them, the travelers rode right past.
This night they had stopped at a river crossing, there was a rickety bridge that Miki wasn't sure if they could cross on the chariot. Damned-able shitty roads here in Radenor, not able to handle the beasts that were their chariots.
"It's getting dark, so we'll stop here for the night. I ain't goin' no further til we check this bridge out in the light, ain't losing my hoss to the river spirits."
A fire was made, they ate rations, and went to sleep. Or so Miki thought, as she certainly wasn't asleep despite trying to close her eyes and get some rest. She felt something coming, the fight that she was sure to have with Zero if he didn't comply.. or was it something else. Anxiety shivered up and down her spine making her unable to get comfortable on her bedroll. Instead of tossing and turning, she got up and paced around the campsite for awhile, checking her possessions in the side bag of the chariot, pacing more, looking at the water, watching the moon and stars twinkle. They were a little farther from the road in a wooded area that already had a campsite made. It seemed to be a popular respite for travelers. Risky as she didn't know shit about shit when it came to Radenor, possible bandits or other unsavory people, but she was from the Badlands-- no simple minded Radenor bandit would get even close to the campsite.
Or so she thought. The campfire still had a pot of pocket soup broth cooking down more and more; the left overs that the gang didn't eat that didn't get poured out when they were finished as an oversight of the group. The smell of the pot was starting to be overwhelming, a hardy beefy scent that she could smell all the way at the bank of the river some fifteen feet away. It was almost too much for her senses and it was surely about to burn if not already burning. As she got up to pour the disgusting broth out a rustle in the bushes disturbed her, causing her to immediately grab for her gun. She was expecting a traveler or maybe some kind of bandit, her paranoia from before expecting the worst, but what appeared was much worse than any simple bandit. Around the campsite were dense, tall bushes at least six feet in height. At first, with the light and the shadows cast, she didn't see who was in the bushes.
"Show yourself or I shoot!"
Slowly the lumpy shadow of something large revealed itself, chuffing and growling in a loud, deep tone. It was nearly sixteen feet tall by Miki's approximation, the silhouette of a dire brown bear. Pulling a bullet from her pocket she had time to chamber it and fire off a round from her rifle that was sure to be heard from a distance. It hit the bear in the shoulder, enraging the beast, it roared and plowed through the firepit, sending their cooking wares flying and scattering coals, now it was dark in the campsite.
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