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Post by Renoir on Jul 5, 2015 21:58:28 GMT -6
Renoir thought a moment, his finger tight on his pursed lips as he considered the general's question. He honestly wasn't sure... He wasn't one to rely on gut feelings, but something was off about this man.
"You know," he finally began, following the general out of the hideout. "It could simply be that he showed up unannounced, refused to give his name, and carried off with the slaves. As foolish as it sounds, there really isn't a way for us to know he isn't working with them... But ah well. So it goes. That is life, I expect." Renoir sighed, exiting the mouth of the cave with the general at his side. There was the checkpoint to deal with... But the swordsman was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had left?
Or, more likely, Renoir guessed, he had gone on to the checkpoint to find the girl he knew. Renoir wasn't sure, and he didn't care much, either. Looking to Euphemious, the archer put a hand on the general's shoulder pauldron.
"My friend," he began slowly, "I want you to follow after the swordsman and find the checkpoint. And find your... Well, find whomever it was that was related to all the letters you collected." Renoir winked at him jokingly. "I have... other business to attend to. Our work here is done."
Renoir began to walk off, whistling away while he did so. When he made it a ways, he turned back to Euphemious, noticing the sun come up gently over the hills in the distance. "I'll see you on the other side," he called happily, and then turned and continued walking.
[exit]
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Post by Euphemious on Jul 7, 2015 12:22:26 GMT -6
Renoir had pulled out for some reason. Euphemious could only guess. Everyone had there own reasons for fighting and myabe Renoir had found something to break his will. Still this was a pickle for Eupehmious. That meant that he had to talk and deal with the sword master by himself. He wanted to avoid the figure to be truthful. He knew very little about him and he had not seen him fight. It would probably had been more advantageous if he had went with Euphemious. The two of them would have understood each other better. Still there was no point in crying over spoiled milk and there was still that point that Renoir had pulled up. Though he doubted that the Swordmaster worked for the slavers. If he did he would not have let Euphemious and Renoir tear this place apart.
Wealking the direction that Renoir had mention Euphemious began to look for the light blue headed man. It was kind of weird that he could not see the man. If he had the children he should be easy to spot. For a moment Euphemious wondered if Renoir might have been right about him possibly working with the slavers. It was then however he caught sight of the man. He was standing near a tree, but with not children. It did not sit well with the General, but he did not jump to conclusions. Walking up to the man Euphemious took notice of the tell tell signs that he was not a hundred percent. Bags started to form from his eyes and exhaustion riddled his face.
"Where are the children", asked Euphemious as he walked up to the man. It was then that he remember his mannors and spoke again. "Sorry I am being a bit to focus. The name is Euphemious. Renoir told me that there was another outpost near here and that you would have that information. Also I am woundering where are the children I was told that where rescued."
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Post by Duma on Jul 7, 2015 13:17:01 GMT -6
Duma noticed that Reinor had ran out of the cave for some reason. but opted not to chase after him, he waited to if the general showed up. Perhaps he could clear up any loose ends. Duma sighed softly and jumped from his hiding perch. He realized there was a good chance that they wouldn't see him from up there. Eventually he heard the clang and clatter of the general's armor as he approached. The man looked tired. Duma couldn't blame him he was tired too.
"The children are fine. A close confidant of mine managed to take them to safety. If the rest of the slavers showed up I would have not been able to defend all of them properly. The children will be returned to their villages, most of them were Sacean kids. Their villages are nearby. Some were kidnapped kids from traders in Bulgar. The kid I was asked to find got taken to that outpo.." He pressed his hand to his mouth in order to cover a yawn.
"Ugh.. I'm sorry about that. Euph.. Euphemious.. I.. think we are safe for now from the traffickers to give you my name. I am Duma. Your friend whom I called "Snow".. which I guess was Renoir left in a hurry. The outpost is in Bern. My guess in the city that's closest to the fork of the Rhine River. That's usually where they go based on my knowledge. River makes it.. easier to trade between ports, with out people messing around with the cargo." He shook his head trying to pull the sleep away from his face.
"It.. has been a long night. Come, I can take you to a safe-house where we can rest. We can talk more once we've gotten some shut eye." He motioned for the general to follow him. By midday the pair arrived at the safe house. The remains of an old monastery. Inside he could see "Alm" along with "Celice" and the horde of other children. Most of them were sleeping comfortably among the moss and strewn blankets. A few were collecting the empty bowls of stew from the ground. The wagon that would be used to help transport the kids was being repaired by a few other members of the group. Here, at least the two of them could get a hot meal of stew and stale bread. Perhaps, they could even some shut eye before the pair began their march into Bern.
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End Thread.
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