Izramith went to the guesthouse and dressed in her insulation suit. Over that she put her armour, both guns, her knife in a bracket, her rope, three comms, her infrared sensor and toolkit.
Dressed like this, she met Rehan and Braedon on the corner of Market Street. Wairin just came out of the guesthouse, carrying an ominous bag, the contents of which had probably best stay where they were. Rehan distributed thick fur cloaks. Izramith had some trouble draping it over her jacket. The weight of the fur made it slip from her shoulders.
Someone leaned against the wall behind them. Dressed in fur, with a dark-coloured jacket and trousers, guns bulging from the sides of armour and on his arm brackets. He was much taller than Wairin, and with loose curls.
“Daya!” What was he doing here?
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