Accessing Memories ILeola left Rome a sunny summer day, dressed in her Assassins Robe, carrying nothing but her old leather backpack with some clothes and money, and with her knife and hidden blade as only protection. She had decided to make the trip to Britain by sea this time, the journey would be longer, but faster, cheaper and easier than to walk back through Europe as she had done years ago.Accessing Memories I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carlo almost had a heart attack when he heard she planned to travel by sea, alone, to the other side of the continent (in the end, Leola had decided to do it alone, though the thought terrified her, for reasons she herelf could not understand). The poor man had to accept it, of course, but smiled at the thought that as a siren, Leola should feel more comfortable in the sea than on land.
She had come to terms with the captain of a Dutch ship to travel with him to Portugal, working for him to pay her passage. It had taken quite a long time to convince him that it was safe to have her in his ship. Luckily for her, s