======Insert Enoka's reaction to Sebastian's comment here ==============
The two make their way to the undertaker's office, eventually finding it, a small wooden building, planks of wood next to it, no doubt intended for the creation of coffins to house the deceased. 4 horses are tethered up outside. They enter the building to the main room, within they see two smaller rooms in the back, probably where the bodies are prepared for their final rest. As the door closes Vildayvin steps out of the one backroom, his hand resting on one of his guns until he sees that its Enoka and Sebastian.
"Good, I see you found him m'lady. Now to determine the.....next part of the plan."
Vildayvin stops about mid-sentence as an idea comes to mind and he turns back towards Sebastian.
"Mr. Crombel....this may sound strange but I need your clothes...well your mask and coat if you are able to part with them. I believe a little disguising might make our departure a little less eventful."
==============Insert Sebastians response here=================
After getting the articles of gear from the jagger Vildayvin turns and heads back into the room he recently exited from. On the table lies Jerrick, who appears to finally be waking up from the blow to the head from the butt of one of Vildayvin's cannons. He looks around to see the undertaker and Vildayvin standing around him. Panicking he goes to sit up when the Marshal steps forward to help the man off the table.
"You can relax....believe it or not we are getting you out of here. Through some....negotiations I have had, a temporary "reprieve" has been granted to you on a few requirements. First and foremost, you get out of Southridge without revealing anything to the townsfolk, second...you prove that your story is true and accurate, and third you bring an end to all hostilities against Southridge and aid in bringing those responsible for the recent attack to the justice of Marshal Richter and the people of Southridge. Naturally you can choose to turn down the offer but I would not recommend it (He pats the butt of his one gun) and of course any sign that you intend to betray me or my companions a similar fate will await you."
The man looks around, a slight look of surprise on his face at the sudden turn of events, and thinking about his options.
(Jerrick) "Well quite frankly I don't have much of a choice....I decline and I get strung up and the attacks continue until my clan destroys itself. Therefore I accept, now how do YOU plan to get me out of here without anyone being the wiser? (he glances at the undertaker).
"Fear not, Mr. Tobin here won't say a word, he might be in the business of death but he isnt too fond of having to bury so many townsfolk at once, so if you are able to remedy that, he doesnt know anything. As for the bigger picture......"
He tosses the Jagger's coat and mask/helmet (as well as a plain shirt) to the feral.
"The captured feral has died after attempting to attack one the Marshal's interrogating him. His, and the rest of the bodies of the attackers will be buried without ceremony or markers at an undisclosed time and location so as not to give them any sort of regard or acknowledgement of their passing. Our group has gained the skills of two mercenaries recently (referring to Enoka and the "revealed" Sebastian since no one has ever seen him without the gear). You for the time being will be a silent version of Mr. Crombel until we are safely out of sight of the fort. You will then guide myself and my companions to your clan's settlement and we will see just how truthful you have really been."
The feral (now clothed in Sebastian's gear) nods at the Marshal.
(Jerrick) "I can get us there....though I doubt my father or any of his men will be....accommodating to any of us. I suspect they consider me dead...and quite possibly are not very disappointed by that news."
The Marshal grins slightly at this news.
"Well, I am kind of expecting such a thing to occur. Well I think it is high time we get on the move, Im sure Mr. Ravenhall is getting anxious waiting for us near his mode of travel, so with that being said. (He tips his hat towards the undertaker) I bid you farewell and thanks Mr. Tobin. Let us be on our way."
He heads outside and mount up on one of the horses. Once everyone is mounted up the group heads towards the gates, no one really paying them any mind though Marshal Richter can be seen as they near the gates. A scowl is on his face though he remains silent as the group passes by and exits the fort. Eventually the group reaches Seth. The Marshal nods at the Technic as he rides up to the bike.
"We make for their camp. Once we are a little farther from the Fort we will be making a short stop to....remedy some outfit changes made as Im sure Mr. Crombell would like his equipment back before we get too far into the wastes."
Once Seth has his bike started the group moves on. Shortly after the fort completely disappears from view after they go down a hill Vildayvin signals for the group to stop.
"I believe we should be safely away from the fort at this point, Jerrick if you would be so kind as to return Mr. Crombel's stuff to him and then we can move on. The disguised feral nods and pulls off the helmet, mask, and coat as he hands each item to the Jagger. He then rides up so that he is next to the Marshal. The party then continues onward as they make their way (guided by Jerrick) to the feral's camp. After a few hours travel, the sun slowly starting to dip closer to the horizon the group reaches a an area with hills on either side, covered in rocks. Suddenly a man, clothed in a black trenchcoat and wearing a black bowler hat appears at the top of one of the hills, raising a rifle as he shouts down to the group, followed by a shot that wizzes dangerously close to Jerricks head before burying itself into the ground.
"Greetings Marshal!"
As he dives down behind a nearby rock the group can hear him shout out.
"Get 'em boys!"
Gunshots ring out across the hills as the group is fired upon. It would seem they are facing about 7 men (bandits.....ferals?) and the man who fired the first shot who appears to probably be the one in charge. Jerrick urges his horse forward, grabbing the reins of the other mounts and guiding them all backwards a short distance away from the battle as the rest of the group makes for cover.
