There's a wet, sucking sound as the pair disappear with the barrel, rolling it through the wet marsh. It's a good thing that there's two of them; with the fallen rain, the soft muddy ground is becoming more and more difficult to traverse.
But there's also no shortage of manpower.
As Hildegarde fades into the night, her watcher loses interest. For all he knows, Hildegarde was just a confused, lost member of the hive that needed a moment to reboot.
A hollow ring sounds out like a gong as the barrel reaches the entry way.
Hildegarde works her way back just in time to see top opened, and liquid begin splashing down the stairs.
Nay, no Willpower. She may not have given up, but she also hasn't put herself 'at risk' for her Virtue, either.
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