I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name

[hemlocksock]

can I be redeemed?

🩸 in your comment header, list all of your characters sins that can fit the limit. show us every drop of blood on their hands! 🩸 others must confess whether they think your character has a shot at redemption.

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[shadowsran]

[ Food on hand? Not particularly. A tin of nuts, maybe an apple. Not enough to fill her own stomach, let alone three men. The unfortunate price of prioritizing speed is less-than-robust provisions. She's frowning, on the cusp of an apology when an idea occurs to her. ]

I don't... which way are you headed, actually? 'Cause I'm looking to make it a town over, but it's slow going when you're lugging things and trying to be scarce when people pass by. [ She explains, hastily: ] You know, people get strange about a lady alone. You have those conversations once or twice and you know you're better off avoiding 'em.

[ But, returning to the point. ] But you add some extra hands and some company, that'd go a lot quicker. And when we get there, I could pay your way. A good meal apiece, and some to take with you. We'll find the best-looking pie they've got, how's that sound?

[delmarodonnell]

[ They've had strange company along the way, a young feller that sold his soul to the Devil to play guitar real good, an outlaw, all sorts but never a lady traveling with them. Delmar had gotten over his nerves by now but there was no helping he was still out of his element and some. ]

I'd do about anything for pie, ma'am. [ He smiled. Making friends, meeting new company, that was what finding treasure was all about. ]

We'll carry your luggage, no problem. [ Maybe not so much Delmar but Everett and Pete had some strength left. Delmar could carry the pie though. She will notice he's not got the best posture or gait so he was usually dragged along by the other two, stumbling along. ]