Turn 92 Meeting Kay
You finish making camp, eating and discussing your next moves. The
boy
doesnt look afraid and in fact seems right at home with you. As
you prepare
to settle in for the night, you hear bushes rustling, and a female
human
appears in your camp.
A chainmail covered woman stands near you. Along with her full
armor, she
wears a blood red tabard that covers her chest and ends almost at
the
knees. A black baldric with two small dagger hilts hanging from
inside is
slung from her shoulder to hip. Matching the red of the tabard is
a full
cloak that hangs from the shoulders that nearly touches the
ground.
Black knee-high riding boots and gauntlets, silver scabbard, sword
and
leather backpack finish the outfit. Her long dark hair in a pony
tail way
down her back, her hazel colored eyes blazing. You cant tell if
from anger,
or just the reflection of the firelight.
Reggie deep in thought, after his meal, suddenly looks towards the
noise, and seeing the stranger suddenly screams
"AAAGGGHHHH"
"Don't creep up on folks like that, anyway, Who are you?" he asks,
and
before the stranger has a chance to reply, he turns to the rest of
the
party.
"Who was suposed to be on watch, eh?"
Before you, a fat gnome in what appears to be a purple dress
stands before
you. You realise, that he is actually wearing a robe, but it is
very badly
tailored. The word 'tent' springs to mind.....
Seeing that the stranger isn't obviously dangerous, Reggie bows
deep, and
introduces himself.
"I am Sir Reginal Austin the Third, but you can call me Reggie"
At the sound of the scream from Reggie Wulfgar rolls from his
blanket into a
kneeling position swords in
hand, "What the blazes!!" He looks at the woman then glances
around to make
sure that there is no-one
else sneaking around the campsite. Seeing no-one Wulfgar stands
up you see
He wears Studded Leather
armour but the studs have been darkened, his hair is jet black.
His skin is
well tanned possibly due to
having spent a lot of time outdoors. His eyes are a fascinating
shade of
green somewhere between Jade
and Grass. He carries a backpack which seems to be pretty full,
with a
longbow firmly tied to the outside,
and on his left hip he wears a very plain black leather scabbard.
You can
also see the hilt of a knife
protruding from the top of his right boot. These boots are also
black in
colour and stop just short of his knees.
He looks back to the woman then as the others awake he lowers the
sword and
slips it back into it's scabbard.
He turns and walks to Cole where he kneels and gives him a shake
"Come my
friend it is time to arise!" He
glances over to Arilyn to make sure she is okay after her hard day
yesterday
then quickly checks that
everyone else is there and okay.
At first the stranger doesn't pay the gnome an ounce of attention,
instead
she frantically looks over every single living creature that's in
the
vicinity while muttering, "Where the blazes is he?" under her
breath
repeatedly. Her expression quickly turns from anger to a state of
confusion
when she realizes her target isn't in sight . Finally she speaks,
"I was
told he was with you!",directing herself to the gnome who spoke to
her
first. "I was told Jarryd was traveling with you! All of you fit
the
descriptions, but that.", a scowl forms on the human's face,
"bastard should
be sitting right there, bragging about something he never did, or
calling
himself a "Giantslayer", "Trollsbane", or something stupid like
that. And my
fist by now should be coming down on him, knocking that stupid
smirk off his
face."
After exhaling, the stranger frowns and realizes she's made abit
of an arse
out of herself. She bites down on her lip and calmly mutters,"Er,
Sorry, the
name's Kay Wanderwit, of Fawn. I would appreciate it if you'd tell
me where
Jar is. He has allot of explaining to do."
Stepping forward Wulfgar looks at the stranger "Do I detect a
little
hostility towards Jarryd?
Well I am afriad you are to late he has already left this group.
Permanently!! My good lady
Jarryd is dead!!" Watching closely to see if there is any sign of
grief or
if she is going to break
down Wulfgar hesitates for a moment then continues "Sir Gareth the
leader of
our group will
tell you the tale of his demise" Turning Wulfgar walks back to
Arilyn "How
do you feel this
morning Arilyn? I am going to make some food do you want some? You
may keep
the
medallion as your own now. I am sure that is what Callus would
want."
A second gnome relaxes as the new arrival appears not to be
hostile. His hands slowly free themselves from the folds of his
cloak and
speaks, "Welcome Kay. Ya might wanna be less sneaky runnin' up on
people.
With this group, yer likly to take a crossbow shot in the head."
He
glances over at one young human male that is dressed rather
flopishly.
"I'm Keldar, of a small farm town named Durant. Me,
Reggie, and
Vince there (the floppish looking human is pointed at), we've been
with
this group here fer a really short while. An avitar of Azimuth
popped us
here amongst these others. They seem like a trunsting bunch, if ya
need a
spot to sleep tonight."
This gnome is wearing a dark grey cloak over lighter grey
clothing. He has a fancy looking sword strapped to his back, and a
common
one at his side. Around his belt, a number of daggers gleam in
the fire's
light. On his lap, you see what looks to be a spell book. His face
is that
of a steriotypical gnome, with a pronounced nose and a
well-groomed
goatee.
Though his looks are gnomish, his mannerisms seem far more
like a
human that Reggie's.
Rising smoothly to his feet, a tall dark-haired gentleman steps
a pace
closer to the fracas and casually holds his left arm to one side
in a
"stay" motion to the young boy with whom he had been speaking. A
golden
hawk screams across the sky-blue surcoat mantling his obviously
well-muscled physique. Although a helmet, greaves, and armguards
lie
near him, it is obvious he sports no armour upon his person save
leathered pants. Two long swordhilts rise across broad shoulders,
though the warrior makes no move to draw them, instead standing
with the
calm ease of one who could draw and strike well before trouble
could
attack. A handsome face holds a stern expression and piercing
green
eyes. "Apology accepted, Kay Wanderwit of Fawn, and welcome to
our
fire. I am Sir Gareth Arr, servant of Pikahl, knight under King
Arion
of Dragonmeyr, and appointed leader of this king's company. I
would
know what causes you such anger as to storm a stranger's camp with
blazing fire in your eyes, heedless of caution and threatening
violence
on a member of our party who has left this plane behind and
journeys now
with the gods." The knight gestures to the supper still cooking
on the
flames. "Some of us have not yet eaten; if you can restrain
yourself
from harming anyone here, you are welcome to join us and share thy
tale."
Arilyn moves quickly to her feet as she hears the rustling
noise..her
movements are as quick and graceful as a cat. Her blonde hair
covers her
pointed ears and flows down to her shoulders, resting lightly over
her black
silk shirt. Her doeskin pants hug her long legs and her dark
brown leather
boots fit snugly, rising up to her knees. Tucked down the inside
of her
boots are two daggers.
She reaches for her long sword in a swift fluid motion, wincing
slightly as
a streak of pain flows up her arm. Arilyn looks at the human
female and
knowing that the human poses no threat, takes her hand off her
sword.
Standing tall, she tilts her head up, raises her nose slightly in
the air
and frowns at the vulgar language that had come forth from Kay's
lips.
Confirming her belief that humans more often than naught lack even
the most
basic of manners, tilts her head up higher, swivels lightly on her
boots and
turns her back to the new arrival.
As Wulfgar speaks she looks at him warmly, "I am much better.
Thank you for
your care and your consideration." She rolls up her sleeve,
"Look, barely a
scratch." Keeping her arm held out longer than necessary she
continues, "I
am not very hungry..but thank you." Leaning closer to Wulfgar she
whispers
huskily, "You are 'giving' me your medallion..I..I can't accept
such a
precious gift." Reaching up she holds the medallion between her
breasts.
Looking over to the group she sees Kay. Immediately feeling her
pulse
quicken, she stares deeply and glares at the newcomer.
Wulfgar take a hold of Arilyns hand and examines the scratch, "It
is good to
see it healing nicely and
please keep the medallion as Callus wishes it. If you wish in the
morning
we can start to strengthen
that arm of yours? We should have a little time before we leave."
"Yes you may keep the medallion, please take it and maybe Callus
will guide
your arm in future.
I could not offer anything better to my Goddess than to ask you to
carry her
symbol. Your beauty would grace her medallion and I think
she has taken you into her heart like I have taken you into mine..
again he
looks into her eyes this time you notice his eyes sparkle.
I eh, what I mean is. Never mind!" His face softens and then
hardens as he
turns to face the stranger.
"Arilyn
please
excuse me a minute!" Turning
he walks towards the stranger "I am Wulfgar and I welcome you to
sit at our
fire and tell us why you
seek our departed friend. I would also like to know who told you
Kay
Wanderwit, of Fawn that Jarryd
was travelling with us. It after all was no one around these
parts and our
journey has been a long and
tiring one. I would say that a few of our group here never even
met Jarryd,
then you come barging into
our camp calling him for something for which he cannot defend
himself. I
hope you can give us an
explanation?" He stops in front of the stranger his hand on the
hilt of his
sword.
With the sudden noise, Jahl rolls from his cozy spot near the fire
and
immediately has a dirk in each hand, one of which is ready to be
thrown.
For a moment his head spins as he wakes from his nap and
comprehends what is
happening.
As quickly as they have appeared the dirks disappear as Jahl
stands to
address the new guest. Jahl is a tall man with lanky, unkept
brown hair, he
has green eyes all set in a round face. Jahl is mostly covered by
a large
forest green cloak that is held in place by a large, simple
broachpin.
Glimpses underneath the cloak show that Jahl is wearing dark
leathers. His
gloved hands sweep widely as he bows politely and speaks.
"Pardon me," Jahl starts and suddenly pauses as if he has just
noticed
her armor. "M'lady," he finishes. "Please allow me to introduce
myself, I
am Jahl Silverlock, at your disposal. Please sit and tell us what
is
troubling you so. Mayhaps we can help you."
The warrior finds a seat, "Guess I was just a little anxious,
however if you
really knew Jarryd, you might of done the same if you were in my
place."
"I assure you, if he's truly dead, the son of Phant is not
hanging around
in Paradise.", Kay pauses and bites her lip again, "We were sent
out to
retrieve some holy item called "The Bell Of Tameras". With this
device, your
crops would always be fruitful and never die out, kinda handy,
especially in
these times. After what seemed like forever, we found the blasted
bell which
was in the hands of some cultists. They were planning to somehow
reverse the
magic and turn the bell into a, well, a crop-destroying device.
The cultists
put up a good fight and several members of our group were
seriously wounded.
I was sent to recover the bell which was stuck on some strange
snake-head-statue. After that was done, Jarryd congratulated me
with the
back of his sword-hilt and was able to sneak out of the temple
before anyone
else was the wiser. Several of us tried to hunt the guy down,
however Arwin
wasn't with us that day. I gave up hunting the guy down after a
year. I
didn't hear a thing about him until one night I was staying at
some tavern
called the "DragonTail". I heard some storyteller going on about a
group of
heroes that was supposed to be "cleaning" up the lands. I really
didn't pay
much attention until he mentioned you-know-who. Well, to er,
shorten the
rest of my story, I followed a few leads and now I'm here."
Listening to Kay tell her story Wulfgar walks back to his bedroll,
"Okay,
I'm turning in I need to get some sleep, Jahl I'll have a look at
your
forehead in the morning right now I need to get some sleep.!" He
draws his
sword and replaces it on the ground next his blanket and lies down
and
moments later is fast asleep.
The knight listens carefully to the tale nodding and shaking his
head in
appropriate locations. "The Bell of Tameras surfacing after all
these
years... I recall reading a small journal entry of one of the
last to see
the Bell, a mighty warrior named Olain Oakensworth. According to
him, his
company had routed the group holding the bell, but when he went to
take it,
one of the fighter in his group, a woman he had trusted at his
back for
countless battles, struck him down and fled with the bell. It was
the
belief of most of the brothers and sisters that studied such works
that
perhaps the bell had been created as an item of co-operation, and
should it
only be touched by one gender, the nearest male would feel a heavy
necessity
to rescue it and hide it. Granted this is merely theory, but
perhaps it
would be of use to you in considering his memory. Jarryd did dub
himself a
'Giant-slayer,' and made true in that vien," Gareth's voice drops
to a low
rumble to himself, "Though not in a fashion with which I agree."
Shaking
his head out of the fog of memory, the knight completes his tale.
"Last I
knew of him, through the divine wisdom of Pikahl, he was a man of
good
intentions and character. He perished at a temple within which
we rested
for the evening, deep within the swamp to the north. Some form of
slimey
creature attacked the party in our sleep, cutting off the exits
and making
escape extremely difficult. Jahl was one of those I was unable to
save. I
cannot even offer you a token of his in memory, as most of his
belongings
were dissolved just as was he. My apologies if he was close to
you." Jaws
clenched and eyes tightly shut, Gareth rises abruptly, nods a
goodnight and
paces back to his remaining armour where he continues his fast and
prayer.
After listening to Kay's story about Jarryd, Vincas final takes
his turn at
introductions. With a slight bow in her direction he says...
"Well met Kay, I am Vincas Quinbal, late of the village of Durant.
Like
yourself, my 2 Gnome companions and I have but recently joined
this group.
We too heard that this group was in need of assistance in their
duties, and
since we got that tidbit from a good source we decided to lend a
hand where
we could. I'm glad that you have come to help as well, and I look
forward to
hearing more of your travels."
"Well, I guess I wasn't pleased with his actions.", Kay adds after
Gareth's
story. "After what he did to me, along with the fact that he took
a sword
that was customized and enchanted just for me. When I awoke, I was
tied to
an altar and was just about to have some unnecessary surgery by a
remaining
cult-priest. Thank Lent, the others were able to find me in time."
The
warrior's tone lowers, matching the knight's, "As for any
relationship, the
only one that we had was a professional one. As a company of
sell-swords we
looked out for each other, but beyond that there was nothing. Just
a desire
to finish our current job at the time "
Kay watches the others bed down, "I don't wish to intrude into
whatever
you're doing or anything, but I really don't think a trip back to
town alone
would be a good idea at this time. I was crazy enough to go here
by myself
the first time, but I don't wish to tempt fate again. I'm not that
tired,
and I could help with watch. I don't know what your current
mission is, but
I'm pretty sure that kid over there isn't one of your fellow
warriors and if
you're returning him where I think you are, I would really
appreciate the
company going back..If you don't mind.".
Kay spends a few moments watching Gareth curl up for the night and
the
sudden appearance of another gnome slightly startles her back into
the real
word. "Er, sorry, Vince Cueballl? Qunball? I was, er thinking."
She turns
and gives Quinbal her full attention, "Uh, joining a group? That
wasn't in
my intentions, I had pretty much planed on finding Jarryd,
returning his
favor, and then dragging him off to justice. No offense to anyone,
but if a
Pik-Knight hadn't just told me what happened, I would of continued
my hunt.
I didn't plan anything beyond that, maybe a much-needed vacation.
However,
if you're all into something interesting, I might wish to add my
skills to
your fray..", The warrior pauses for a second and smiles, "If
you'd just
tell me what you're currently doing, and I'll think about it."
A small, thin man sitting by the fire looks up at last from the
book he is
reading. "Well met, Kay. I am Caoimhin. You're welcome to share
our fire,
and our path if it pleases you." He stretches his arms, then
stands to face
the newcomer. "You stir bitter memories indeed. Jarryd and
I parted poorly. Shortly before his own death, he led us into a
fight that
we could easily have avoided, which cost us the death of a dear
friend. I
did not forgive him this error in life, and have not yet made
peace with
his spirit." He turns and looks into the fire. "It seems I have
unattended
business." A few moments pass, and he turns again to look at Kay.
"Anyway,
welcome. Our group is large enough that we rotate watches, which
gives us
as much security as one can have in these wild lands and times.
You should
be able to get a good night's sleep here." He turns and walks to
a tree
just at the edge of the camp. "Good night, all."
Arilyn moves quickly to her feet as she hears the rustling
noise..her
movements are as quick and graceful as a cat. Her blonde hair
covers
her pointed ears and flows down to her shoulders, resting lightly
over
her black silk shirt. Her doeskin pants hug her long legs and her
dark
brown leather boots fit snugly, rising up to her knees. Tucked
down the
inside of her boots are two daggers.
She reaches for her long sword in a swift fluid motion,
wincing
slightly as a streak of pain flows up her arm. Arilyn looks at
the
human female and knowing that the human poses no threat, takes her
hand
off her sword. Standing tall, she tilts her head up, raises her
nose
slightly in the air and frowns at the vulgar language that had
come
forth from Kay's lips. Confirming her belief that humans more
often
than naught lack even the most basic of manners, tilts her head up
higher, swivels lightly on her boots and turns her back to the new
arrival.
As Wulfgar speaks she looks at him warmly, "I am much
better.
Thank you
for your care and your consideration." She rolls up her sleeve,
"Look,
barely a scratch." Keeping her arm held out longer than necessary
she
continues, "I am not very hungry..but thank you." Leaning closer
to
Wulfgar she whispers huskily, "You are 'giving' me your
medallion..I..I
can't accept such a precious gift." Reaching up she holds the
medallion
between her breasts.
Looking over to the group she sees Kay. Immediately
feeling her
pulse
quicken, she stares deeply and glares at the newcomer.
Kay turns from the fire and frowns, "He was always the first one
into
battle, and if there wasn't one, he tried his very best to start
one. I'm
sure wherever he is now, he's been judged for his actions.". The
warrior
watches Caoimhin head off to sleep and wishes him a good night,
she then
looks around to whoever's at watch, "So, what's the deal? This
looks more
like a patrol than an adventuring company, and what's with the
kid?"
Gareth looks up from checking on the boy with what looks like a
trace of
pride in Kay's first statement. "It is a long tale, Kay
Wanderwit,
seeker of giant-slayers, and more suitably shared over a morning's
meal
when it is less likely to disturb everyone's sleep. You are
welcome to
share our space; your actions are those of a good and trustworthy
person, and here we place that highly. If you would so like,
please
rest now and join the second watch. Wulfgar [the knight points
out the
fighter/cleric] heads the mid-watch and will wake you at the time.
If
you still wish to speak of this in the morrow, it will be my
pleasure."
Pulling up the blanket on the sleeping boy, Gareth sinks back into
cross-legged prayer.
Kay looks around to find an safe place to rest, "Well, I guess
I'll learn
tomorrow. 'Night.". The warrior smiles at the knight and once a
decent area
is found, she'll curl up and catch a few winks.
ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Morning comes with no further distractions.
Wulfgar rolls from his blanket and stands up he grabs his sword
and wanders
over to Gareth. "I am going for a scout around Gareth I will be
back
shortly" Turning before the Knight can respond he walks slowly
over to his
blanket and picks up his bow and quiver and walks quickly out of
the camp
site.
Reggie looks around at the rest of the party and asks
"Let get down to the important business of the day, Who wants what
for
Breakfast"
Reggie, builds up the fire and starts cooking. Any suggestions not
including food are ignored.
Keldar stretches upon awakening, and opens up a spell book, and
begins to
read. When done, he looks at the leaders of this new group,
awaiting one
of them to do something.
"Anything hot sounds good.", Kay says rubbing her head, "And a
side-order of information would do just fine".
Gareth stands from checking on the boy, making sure the lad is
sporting
the knight's leather jerkin. "What would you know traveller Kay
Wanderwit? I am sure your ears have caught the names of all
here... we
are a company charged by King Arion of Dragonmeyr to inspect a
given
section of Dragonmeyr and report back with our perceptions of its
safety, and the development or destruction of areas from the war.
Of
late, we have been steered this direction by the gods, though we
know
not for what reason exactly, though one might suspect it is our
current
dilemma. Lord Reynold hired us to pay ransom to a collection of
bandits
holed up in a keep a distance back and retrieve his son safely.
We did
so, but during the exchange it was discovered, terribly
inopportunely,
that the ransom was faked. At present, we know not if the Reynold
or
one in his employ attempted to secure the death of this lad,
Baldwin.
My suggestion would be to take this lad to a safe holding, but we
know
nothing of the boy's destination save that it lies somewhere
south.
Hmmm... it would also seem that the brigands must have ties or
spies
within the keep, for it seems odd that the brigands to the north
would
be so far south at the exact time the group is travelling to
squire the
lad. With the state of affairs such as it is, it is fair to
assume the
lord would have kept quiet the exact departure date of the boy.
The
brigands obviously had a superior force or ambush along the trail
of the
travelling party with a very short notice given. Interesting."
The
knight draws a stick of dried meat and chews on it thoughtfully.
"Since
the dropping off option is too time delaying, we shall have to
return to
the lord's keep. It would be nice to know where the squiring
lord's
keep is... but such is not our luck. Therefore, we must return
the boy
to Reynold's keep. The lad has said that his father seemed to be
normal
of late, so I would suspect magics or a person of influence in the
keep.
I suspect that the lord had someone prepare the ransom for him
once he
opened the chest, for he seemed terribly busy with operating
details.
The question is then do we take the boy in with us or leave him
guarded
somewhere outside the keep. I would favour bringing him with us,
for it
allows us to remain together, and we can watch carefully the
reactions
of people when he is returned. I would suggest that we mention
that the
exchange was successful, then speak with lord Reynold in private
on the
full truth of the situation. Thoughts?"
Cole awakes,
looks around in
astonishment, and asks
"whereamI?Iwascastingonthebanditsandnowwe'renotthere"
Arilyn rises lightly from her bedroll and buckles her sword around
her
hips. She adjusts it just so, watching Wulfgar closely as he
leaves the
camp. She takes a few steps towards him and then stops. In
silent
grace she shifts into a defensive stance and draws her sword with
lightning quickness..the air whistling as she moves the sword in a
flurry of 'X' movements. Slipping the sword into its sheath she
rubs
her upper arm lightly as it begins to tingle in discomfort.
Arilyn flips her hair over her pointed ears and walks to
the boy. Her
smiles grows brighter as he looks at him. She kneels in front of
the
boy and asks if he was ok??did he sleep well??if there was
anything she
could do for him.
Arilyn walks over to Reggie..her hips swaying slightly..a
bright smile
forming over her lips. She presses her finger lightly to his
stomach,
"I wonder if your cooking skills come close to matching your
eating
skills." She turns and with her finger pointed counts the horses.
With
a hearty laugh, "You be good Reggie and promise me that you will
never
ever eat my horse. OK?"
She steps without a sound towards Kay, tilting her head
slightly to the
right as she looks at her from head to toe. Arilyn has a look of
innocence..a warmness that lights her brown eyes. She nods her
head to
Kay and reaches out her right hand, "I am Arilyn Starglow."
Jahl sits up and stretches quietly as he watches Arilyn perform
and
wander around camp.
"I agree with Gareth. We should return the boy to his father
and keep
what has actually happened quiet and only inform the king that
something was
amiss."
Standing, Jahl moves over to his riding beast to carefully pat
it and
attempt to be friendly. "We do have a long ride ahead of us, and
who knows
what we will find when we get there. I think that we should
finish breaking
our fast soon and be off."
Returning to the cooking fire, Jahl smells the wonderful aroma
and
comments, "at last! Someone who knows how to cook!"
Reggie looks up for his pots and pans.
"Who sort of gnome do you think I am, eating people's horses?"
Reggie
says, faking a look of shock and then says with a smile
"Besides, I don't have a cooking pot big enough!!"
"Very intriguing", Kay mumbles to herself while Gareth speaks of
their
dilemma, "Sounds like something I've read about before. This Lord
Reynolds
guy probably has a younger evil brother who wants the power. He'd
bump off
the son, causing LR such grief that he steps down paving way for
the
brother. Or maybe Reynolds was already killed and replaced my a
shapeshiffer
of somekind.". The sellsword ponders a few more situations
(thankfully) to
herself while checking up on her armor and equipment.
"As for the kid, I think it would be wise to take the fella in
with us,
since these lord-type folks always seem to be so bleed'n paranoid.
If we
come marching in without him, he just might flip..And if the group
come in
minus a few, he might think you're all up to something."
Kay smiles warmly at Arilyn when she approaches and returns her
greeting,
"Just call me Kay."
Re-emerging from the woods after about 45 minutes Wulfgar walks
over
to his bedroll and packs it away quickly a sheen of sweat covers
his face
and his shirt is soaked through. Muttering to himself as he works
to get
his gear packed away, Wulfgar seems to ignore everyone completely.
Wulfgar seems to ignore everyone completely. Reggie, Arilyn, and
Kay
discussing food. A boy, the key to the situation, who knows
little and
speaks less. A mage-no three mages now!- feeling no qualms about
what
their spell-casting may cause in havoc to themselves, or even
their
companions. Four new lives to defend. Memories of those left
behind
along the trail.
Gareth shudderingly releases the breath he had been holding and
continues his fasting and prayer, waiting until all are up, fed,
packed,
and ready to move.
Keldar looks up from his spell book at this display, with the wide
eyes of
a teenage boy. He shakes his head, and buries his nose, alittle
deeper
this time, into his spell book and finishes his reading.
Afterwards, Keldar moves over to the remnants of breaksfast, grabs
some
food, then awaits a decision to do something. This working for the
gods
business is strange... not like they'd tell you exactly what they
want you
to do...
Vincas lounges around the campsite, eating his breakfast and doing
little
else.
"If you would, Sir Gareth, please tell me more about this Lord
Reynolds.
I've got a bit of experience in high court and dealing with
nobility. I'd
like to go with you when you report in to him as to what you
found."
When it's finally time to depart he grabs his bag and looks for a
mount.
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