Jerica settled back on the couch, letting her shoulders relax ever so slightly. The rum had at least taken the edge off her anxiety, even if she was still uneasy, and made it easier for her to think through her options.
She pushed her right sleeve up a bit and brushed her fingers across her wrist wishing she could hear something -- anything -- from the Guild about what she was supposed to do. But instead, there was just deafening silence. Guess it's up to you to get out of this mess...
Jerica looked back at the men on her right, considering them for a long moment. Carter seemed like he could actually fight if worse came to worse. Lordy was pretentious -- but he had rum.
"So..." she said. "Either of you know where we are, or why, or how we can go back to not being here?"
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