Re: The Bridges of Old Korvosa
“I have decided that I am not a fan of the Grey Maidens,” grumped Tarrov as the group observed the barricades, stretching his arms to try and work some life into his tired muscles. He felt, right at this moment, very put upon. And with good reason, he felt! There just seemed to be one bad piece of news after the other.
“You wouldn’t think there were this many women with martial talent,” Tarrov continued to complain. “Before this all started, I don’t think I knew more than a handful who could even swing a sword, much less who could wear all that armor.” He pursed his lips, thinking. “And even fewer who would want to join an all-female martial order.” Now that he was considering the issue, it was really kind of astounding. “Who are these Maidens? And where did Her Majesty find them?”
“Is it just me, or is the Queen turning out to be the worst sort of tyrant?” Tarrov gestured to the leveled portion of the city. “Killing her subjects, locking down the city, conducting witch hunts against officers who are, to all appearances, very loyal?” The bard looked unhappy. “How did it come to this?”
He returned his full attention to the conversation. “Well, I’m pretty good at distractions.” He grinned. “I think I could create an illusion of rebellious citizens setting up some sort of siege equipment over there.” He pointed to an area fairly far away from the bridges, but still within sight of them. “Then, when their attention is fixed, these illusory freedom fighters would launch a flaming attack on the maidens.” He pointed at the central bridge. “With access to a source of fire, I can cause some harmless pyrotechnics on the bridge.” He grinned. “Think that would be distraction enough?”