As soon as Chryrie started talking, Alysia began to formulate a response. This journey and its conclusion is fated to be. You can't stop me. Don't even try. But those words remained unspoken as Chryrie held up a hand, forestalling the expected comment.
"Now, before you start protesting, I'm not going to try to stop you. I already know you have your mind set. I could see it in the Manor mirror when I scryed the past, and I can see it now," Chryrie said. Alysia smirked in silent assent and subsided, listening to the fae.
Eventually, she nodded. She knows me too well, thought Alysia, and she will not be diverted. So be it.. She turned and looked at the two Legionnaires, tossing each a small pouch of coin. "Vich. Hazel. We will be heading west in less than an hour. Get mounts, hellsteeds if you can find them, and whatever supplies you need for two weeks travel. I will wait for you at . . . oh, the Plaza of Greenthorn, is that good enough? Good. Go." The pair saluted and moved toward the marketplace. Alysia watched them with narrowed eyes, then returned her attention to Chryrie.
"They'll be gone for at least a half hour. I trust them, but they'll most certainly be questioned by the Emperialle after they've discharged their duties, and the less they know, the better. Thraci has gone to great lengths to slow down official word of my presence here, and I'd hate to spoil her efforts." Alysia didn't volunteer any more information than that, and she stretched and began to make her way away from the harbor. After the days of travel aboard a ship, the ground felt particularly reassuring under her feet, familiar and solid. Reaching a tree-lined avenue, she commented casually to Chryrie,"I wonder. What did you want to discuss?"