Day 2

  Natalya is on the loose, her stuff is dried out. No reduction in System Strain, because that wasn't restful.   Based on 20sp/wk for Common lifestyle, lets assume 2sp for a room at an inn, 1sp a day for adequate food, more than that if you like flavors with your meals.   Natalya roughs up her clothes a little so they look less new. Since they have been fought, swam, and slept in, it doesn't take much.   Tradecraft and preparation: Natalya has been training for years as a clandestine operative with some of the best that House Dothranki has to offer. WWN encourages you to have the characters be good at what their backgrounds make them good at, which is good framing. It is almost certain that N can get to a dead drop with clothes, money, and ID to help her get out of town. Rather than roll any dice, we're just going to get on with it.   Story plan: Natalya goes to a cheap hotel, asks for a specific room. "We don't have that one, but you can have this one." "It will have to do." - these are the code phrases that let her know things are all right at that dead drop.  

Natalya

Hit Points: 6/6
Effort: 2/2
System Strain: 4/8
Silver: 37
 

Natalya headed to the modest inn with a dead drop, near the Estate. This is a part of town where local workers live and visiting workers might stay.   Natalya goes to a very specific cheap hotel.   Asks for a specific room "the one with the good view of the forest."   "A good view, eh?" The proprietor laughs. "No rooms here with a pleasant view of the forest, but we have one that the Grand Master herself once slept in."   "That will have to do." Natalya slid 4 silver coins across the counter without asking, one under each finger on her left hand. The proprietor pocketed the middle two and slid the other two back with his own first and fourth fingers. Sign and countersign. The way should be clear.   "Here's the key. Room on the right at the end of the upstairs hall."   Upstairs, a small room, with better furnishings than expected.   Bar the door, turn the knobs on the bedposts in the right order, just so, and a panel in an otherwise bare wall opens up.    She riffles through the IDs, Jason Bourne style, and starts figuring out a new shape, abandoning the shape of her former mentor to take the shape of ... Owen Tiswell it says here, some kind of clerk from the capital with rights of travel in all of Thur. That will do. Blond hair, blue eyes, a weedy build. Natalya spends several hours working out the details.   A Skin-shifter can absorb their belongings when they use their arts to change, part of the ancient magic/weird science/whatever it is they invoke.   Taking her own form, Natalya dresses in her escape clothes, loads up the backpack with what supplies she has, including all the other ID papers. She changes shape, absorbing what she was carrying, then gets into some men's clothes from the compartment. Owen packs a satchel with an extra shirt and some papers, a pouch with 20sp, closes up the panel, and prepares to set out.   In the small lobby of the hotel, the proprietor is answering questions from a city guard sergeant about whether he has seen anything odd today. "No, Guard Serjant, a quiet day. Looking for anything in particular?"   "That's my business." turning "what are you looking at?"    "Uh..nothing officer" said Owen, clearly wincing away from the guard's outburst. "Only I need to give this key to .." Owen trailed off, held the key out for the innkeeper, then scurried for the door.   "Now, Guard Sergeant, what did you have to scare him like that for?" chuckled the innkeeper.   "Scrawny loser like that never worked hard a day in his life!"   Owen could hear the banter continue as he strode down the street to the main gate. The innkeeper was a good man. Too bad he could never visit that inn again.   Natalya spends her day turning into Owen, heading out into the city as daytime workers are headed home. Well controlled, -1 Chaos (6)  

Natalya

Hit Points: 6/6
Effort: 2/2
System Strain: 4/8
Silver: 37