Augusta had arrived within Baksa during the night, it having provided more than a sufficient cover to allow her to investigate for herself just what it had been that she was doing there. There had been no shortage of rumors, talk amongst the guards, however unfounded or otherwise, of renegades who had moved through the lands nearby the province, enough for her to warrant an investigation out there. At the very least, it was better that it were put in her hands than that of someone else. Foolish people might have otherwise believed themselves to be in a situation safe enough or otherwise warranted enough that they might have been able to do what they could not, what she knew she could. It was the strength that she had over the others, the reality in which she would have been better capable of handling than that of others. She had arrived at nightfall, late enough to divert away suspicion of those who might have known of her or may have otherwise spoiled her arrival, and it was enough such that anyone who might have known of her arrival, a number that equated to nobody at all, lest there be any stragglers or people who may have suspected something from her sudden departure, it would not be sufficient or capable that they might have been able to recognize just what was going on or the motivations behind her leaving. At least, that was what she aimed to achieve by arriving as she did, as late as she did.
Her arrival was not as skillful as she might have hoped it to have been, within a mere moments of her arrival, it being interrupted by an individual who made a quick and smart determination to identify himself as a doctor. Though leery about providing any sort of information regarding just who she was or anything to that nature, she lied and gave the identity of a Rune Knight, a fallen Knight of whom she had killed a long while ago, but had kept and retained the name and credentials for the sake of maintaining her cover. She was in foreign lands as far as she was concerned, the presence and very existence of these people being allowed to live her, although much akin to her own past, was not something that she had since come to admire or feel permissible. That was the greater change in her since in the past, the refusal to accept her own past as acceptable within the world that she had now come to know and hold more precious and important than anything else. At the insistence of the doctor, Augusta complied only to the most minimal degree, not allowing the full check up that the man believed may have been of value. Doing so would have put her at a greater risk than what he may have even realized, and therefore, it was reason enough to ensure that such a position would not have been possible.
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