Angel listened to the options for their path from Baxia, and the votes from some of the other traveling party members. Angel gave it some thought, it was quite troubling indeed, and both have their positives and negatives with too many factors that could go wrong from just within the group. The ability for Maker not to act out or outwardly show her displeasure should the group decide to sneak through the city was way too unpredictable and the risk too high. Though the storm could be equally dangerous there were factors in the storm that could be controlled and the option of hunkering down and taking shelter until the storms passes is always an option.
A few moments of contemplation later Angel spoke up. “If our travel group was a much smaller size sneaking through the city undetected would be the more feasible option, but given our current situation with someone being injured and our ‘asset’ being quite…. difficult and unpredictable in behavior, taking a longer way through the mountain valley would be the better option.” Angel glanced behind her at Agnes who was talking with the Vivillon girl from the guild house, then looking back at the mountain, she continued, “We could also take shelter and wait for the storm to pass is also a viable option once we are in the valley and the storm gets to bad to push through… unless we make record time which my sister and I may be of assistance, is also an option, though not the greatest. Given the nature of what my sister and I are, we can speed up our journey through the mountain valley quite a bit, scaling mountainous terrain is just as easy for us to walk on flat land, and we can scout ahead and found the best routes to go through.” Angel said to Baxia throwing out her vote for the mountains.
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“Oh come on, if you want power greater than what your naturally capable of you have to sacrifice something for it. Are you afraid of sacrifice?” Agnes teased, when she sensed Ino’s unease, “I’ve heard people trading away a part of their souls before, their first born, ability to love, ability to hope, their memories, the lives
and souls of ten thousand innocents… come to think of it, I guess some of those things are a little horrific.” Agnes shrugged, “But what you give for payment is directly equivalent to the power you will receive, we demons believe in equal exchange ya know.” Agnes smiled.
Agnes chuckled and laughed, she felt her heart lift and couldn’t help but smile, “Thanks! These things may look cool and fancy, but try sleeping on your side with these things and they get a lot less cool.” Agnes pulled at one of her horns feeling the segments and the pointed tip. “I can’t imagine how my sister deals with hers. I’ve only got one set, she’s got two, and third goring in, and my mother… well she’s got four, and they are huge!” Agnes thought of the monster that was her mother, not matter how much she may hate her, she does admit her mother’s horns are somewhat of a marvel and a thing of opulence and elegance.
