The Road You Tread [Assassin's Creed III]

Sequence I - VI

Spring 1770

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With a cold feeling of trepidation pooling in her stomach, Bonnie handed her last coins save one over to the merchant and picked up her purchases.

It wasn't much, and yet the few vegetables rolling around in her basket felt inexplicably heavy. That would be her last meal unless she either managed to scrape up another source of income or chose to raise the prices in her apothecary.

But she couldn't do that. A big part of her income was due to the poorer people calling upon her – she was good at what she did, and together with the fact that she didn't charge much and had a big heart a great part of the working class came to see her. She couldn't disappoint those people.

Her heart felt oddly heavy as she wrestled open the door to her home. She didn't even bother to close it behind her and after placing her basket on the table in the back room stepped back out onto the bustling streets of Boston, locking the door behind her.

After a short while of contemplating where to begin her search, she wandered down to the docks. The salty wind played around her face and she revelled in the hectic bustling around her. 

Ships were readied to set sail once again, cargo was being ferried to and fro, and everything was filled with the excited hum of departure.

Oh how she wished to go...

"Sorry, ma'am, but you're in the way." Startled from her momentary absentmindedness, she turned around to see a bear of a man standing behind her in the alley, a heavy sack hefted upon one shoulder.

"Oh, of course... I'm sorry."

Hastily she stepped out of the narrow alleyway and onto the busy open area surrounding the docks to make way for the sailor. 

"Thank you, ma'am." He gave her a fleeting smile as he passed her and Bonnie looked after him, before shaking herself from her reverie.

"Please, wait!" she called out and hurried after him. The sailor turned around, golden brown eyes looking at her questioning from beneath bushy brows.

"Aye, ma'am?"

Bonnie took a deep breath and squared her shoulders before asking, "Where can I find the Green Dragon's Tavern?"

The sailor blinked, then shrugged his free shoulder. "Dunno, ma'am. Only one I know is The Freemasons Arms, but that's not a place for a lass like you, ma'am."

Bonnie met his gaze squarely, determination edged onto her features. "It is of utmost importance that I find the Green Dragon."

"Oh, my," the sailor murmured, adjusting the weight of the cargo resting heavily on his left shoulder. "What pretty words you use. All right, ma'am, I dunno nothing 'bout a Green Dragon's Tavern, but if you have no other clue it'd be probably best to ask in the Freemasons Arms. Nothing the owners don't know."

"And where can I find this tavern?" Bonnie pressed, squinting her eyes against the sun as she looked up at the sailor. He sighed.

"If you really wanna go there... Listen..."

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Armed with directions that were more than a little confusing, Bonnie wandered trough the dirty streets of Boston, her determined step growing more timid with every corner she rounded.