Just to be safe, you ask him exactly how fast a “brisk trot” is. You’re not used to traveling long distances and want to make sure you can keep up with him.
The soldier says Imperial Legion Regulation defines a Brisk Trot as exactly three point three miles per hour. Taking into account an average amount of Justice Detours, at this speed you would arrive at Kvatch around midday.
That sounds doable, you say. You also mention the bandit left you a receipt for the robbery, though it’s at your friend’s house right now. Would it help the justice proceedings or anything if you gave that to him tomorrow?
Evidence is always accepted, he says. For all he knows it could end up being a Vital Clue in the apprehension of this Green Scourge.
One last question, you say. Under imperial law, is there anything preventing someone from jumping up onto another person’s shoulders and just kind of riding on top of them?
The soldier tells you that it’s usually not appreciated by the person being ridden, but it is technically acceptable under Imperial Law and therefore absolutely fine to do it whenever you want.
You tell the soldier that you’ll definitely consider joining him tomorrow. You want to check with your friend first. Last time you made simple decisions on your own without explaining every detail to her, you lost all your money, sprained your ankle, almost died in a collapsing ruin, and accidentally had drunken sex with a necromancer.
The soldier says he understands. Regardless of whether or not you join him tomorrow, he wishes you safe travels and an enjoyable citizenship in this proud nation.
This is exciting! You are excited! Tomorrow you are totally going to go all the way to Kvatch and then get all the stuff Quill-Weave wanted and then you’ll repay her for all the damage you did and then get a job and train to be a wizard and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You feel like anything is possible. You feel like maybe there’s a chance you won’t fuck this up.
I can’t help but think Gharug Gro-Upp might have been tracking Katia with that invisibility potion or something. And anyways, if anyone gives you a strange look, you can always play it off as suffering from the intense amounts of sugar you ingested.
Just to be safe you claw the air a bit to make sure there are no invisible orcs nearby.
You hadn’t really considered the fact that Gharug could be invisibly watching you right now, and it makes you a little uneasy. You reassure yourself that he would have no reason to follow you, since he already took all your stuff. That would be a waste of time and money, something a businessman like himself wouldn’t do. You’re safe. You hope.
Maybe later you’ll ask Quill-Weave if there’s anything you can do to see invisible people.
Ration your cake, Katia!
You’re a grown woman, you can get away with skipping breakfast every once in a while. Seriously.
It probably is time to end your cake binge, though. You find one of the servants and get him to wrap the rest up for you.
You find your way back to Quill-Weave and tell her the soldier’s offer. You’ve never traveled with a soldier before but you think it would be a lot safer than going on your own and you ask Quill-Weave if she thinks the same.
She agrees that it is a good plan. She was hoping you’d find someone safe to travel with, and there’s few people safer than an Imperial Legionnaire. Anyway, he seems like a good guy. A little murderous, but a good guy overall.
On the way back to her place you tell Quill-Weave all about how you were really nervous at the beginning of the dinner but then by the end you had pretty much overcome your countess-phobia. You’re proud of yourself; you never thought that was something you could accomplish. And if that’s possible, who knows what else you have in you.
You think this might have been the best day you’ve had in… well, forever.
Quill-Weave says she’s glad you enjoyed yourself.
You thank her again for inviting you. It meant a lot. Oh, and watch out for the bathtub that is inconveniently placed in your walkway.
She thanks you for the warning. It’s late, so she’ll just dump that in the morning. Goodnight.
Er, about that…
Back at dinner you told the Countess that I run errands for you in exchange for a place to stay. I’m pretty sure that was just a cover story so you didn’t have to admit I was an alcoholic who repeatedly breaks into your house, buuuuut is there any chance the whole “giving me a place to stay” could be a real thing?
Quill-Weave tells you that the idea behind cover stories is that they are not real things. Otherwise they wouldn’t be cover stories, they’d just be the truth. Aren’t you in the Mages Guild? Can’t you just stay there?
You explain that you visited the guild, but weren’t accepted in yet. Evidently to even apply you must “display proficiency” with at least two spells and be able to carry 150 pounds of books. They said the second one was very important for wizards. So yeah you kind of need a place to crash tonight.
You’ve seen my house, Quill-Weave says. There’s just one bed and a whole lot of cold stone floors.