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Finding the Landbridge
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The day came that the gates opened to let in a mass of slaves that had been rescued from trader ships headed for the Isle.
Dimurah was quick to weave into the crowd. Twisting enough to look like she was moving forward but making her way further to the back of the crowd until she was able to get out the gates and across the bridge. Scampering over the boulders bordering the fortress and along the ridge.
She hissed through her teeth at the sight of the sheer drop. And down below, in the murky green water, she could see the pink bodies floating as they plopped against the rocks and returned with the waves.
She grimaced, having no wish to join them as she lifted her skirts and took care of her footing. Making her way around the edge of the castle to get behind it.
As she’d expected, it wasn’t long before a guard shouted a warning announcing her presence on the boulders.
But no one ran out to get her.
Though they often watched for intruders
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