Sergeo
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Post by Sergeo on Mar 21, 2016 22:38:49 GMT -6
"There. The campfire is all ready."Sergeo said to himself having just completed arranging the wood in the fire pit and with that, the young bandit mage's campsite was complete. It was good fortune for him to find this clearing among this sea of trees on his way to Aquleia. Unfortunately for Sergeo, this was the only thing that went as planned today. Since leaving the city of Delfia, Sergeo's quest for purpose in his new life had lead him to becoming a sort of help-for-hire, walking through Etruria offering his services to anyone who would need it. Although he might have realized that wandering around in a country he knows nothing about probably wasn't the best plan to implement. Still thou, it beats the constant chatter from the priests about the Saint Elimine. No wonder why dad stayed far away from the church.
With the camp all set up, it was now time to cook the rabbit he had caught before hand thanks to a snare trap. Sergeo reached into to grab a piece of flint, but for a moment a though crossed in his mind. He looked at his tomb Trinity and played with the idea of using that to start the fire. He shook his head. What a stupid idea. Well its not stupid but its certainly disrespectful to use a weapon in such a manner. You wouldn't use a sword to cut a flank of steak would you? "Eh...probably would make some noise too. Just stick with the flint" *Tack* *Tick* *Tack* "...Mmm" *Tack* *Tack* *Tick* "Grrr." *Tack* *Tick* "There we go." He got down near the newly made little flame and slowly blew it into a nice roaring fire.
His dinner was hung over the fire in spit roast fashion, slowly cooking the rabbits entire body with a constant slow turn from his makeshift stick crank. Sergeo's stomach was growling in anticipation at the thought of just a nicely cooked piece of gang. Proper cooking was always nice, but sometimes you just want to sink your teeth into a plain old piece of meat like an animal. Maybe that was just a result of growing up on a diet of wild game for most of your life, but heck if its enough to forget how bad this day went for him he didn't care and just kept on turning the rabbit as smoke rose up into the night sky.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 8:38:27 GMT -6
Venford tried, and failed, to stifle a rather massive yawn as Prince sauntered forth. Both the man and his griffon were rather exhausted from the day's events. Ven had attempted to pick up another caravan job, but unfortunately the skittish client was a little too put off by Venford's "foreign creature". He even went so far as to start claiming witchcraft! Seriously, what even classified as "witchcraft" these days? Their Holy Prophet had been the cause of too many abominations in recent history.
Then there were those creatures...ugh. Ostia may have been a wonderful tourist destination before, and the area surrounding the old castle was recovering, but it'd be quite some time before Venford and Prince returned to that area.
Rather Venford just decided to soak in the calm atmosphere of the evening. It was incredibly quiet and peaceful, but not so much that it made him uneasy or bored him. Rather it was like finding a patch of genuinely calm water in the middle of the ocean...which was something that could actually happen, right? Yeah, of course it was.
Prince clicked his beak twice, alerting his rider into scouting the area with a great bit more scrutiny. Something had caught Prince's incredibly sharp eyes and Venford was still doing his best to sharpen his own eyesight, that he may keep up with his mount. While Venford didn't necessarily spot anything with his eyes he did pick up on a delectable scent. Meat cooking over an open fire.
The duo had eaten a couple of hours earlier, but stopping by a warm fire for a bit of a rest sounded tempting!
Tapping his heels against Prince's sides with a light click, a signal to speed up to a jog but not a sprint, Venford grabbed Prince's reigns in anticipation. What he didn't expect, however, was that Prince had yet to fully register the difference between a light click, a hard click, and a double tap. Jog, Sprint, MOVE IT!
They were all still "sprint" to Prince.
"Whoa, whoa Prince! Slower, easy!" Instead of jogging into the area that a lone man was peacefully cooking his rabbit in, Prince burst through the tree line before skidding to a halt. Venford breathed a sigh of relief that he managed to get his griffon to stop BEFORE bulldozing over the young man...however he remembered how horrifying and alarming a sight that must have been anyway.
"Wait! Wait! It's okay! I know, I know, he looks scary and unfamiliar, but he's not a monster! He's just my mount! Like a horse or pegasi or wyvern!" After hastily shouting out that pitiful explanation Venford peered over his griffon's head to get a decent look at the man. "Anyway, sorry about that. He's still learning riding commands...are you all right?"
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Post by Hugo on Mar 22, 2016 13:12:28 GMT -6
Hugo marched through the wilderness like he usually did. He had his iconic raccoon hat on his head. His axe firmly pur away in its holster and his bow on his back. He had taken some time off from working with the holy army to scout out prospective locations to build a branch location for his family fur business. So far the only wild game he found were rabbits, foxes, and a few ferrits along these natural trails between villages. He was hoping to find something a bit more appealing to the regals in the land of the prophet. Something, like mink, beaver, or otter. But none of those creature seemed to make their homes in this part of the wilds.
He spied a campfire a little bit away from the beaten trails. Normally, he'd ignore these little fires, bandits, hikers, vagabonds, were common in the outskirts of civilization. People he did not need to meet presently. But this time it was different, he saw something large looming in the shadows of the campfire. Whatever it was it was moving quickly and disturbing the shrubbery around it. Thinking, that this was a bear he quickly and quietly approached the camp. He had drawn his bow off his back and quickly notched an arrow. He got close enough to hear someone talking. He pressed his back against a tree and waited for his opportunity to strike. It would be unfortunate for the man the bear would maul but a distracted bear was an easier target. When he did not hear the sounds of mauling he peeked over the corner of the tree and saw that it wasn't a bear at all.
Actually, it was a creature he had never seen before. A creature that looked like a cross between an eagle and a lion. The pink haired man was shouting at the other individual that the creature he was on was a mount. A fresh mount. He had heard rumors that creatures foreign to Elibe were being imported from the new island. And that these creatures were exceptionally rare and expensive. There was a bit of a grin on his face at the prospects of new income.
He decided to go ahead and make his presence known to the group. He got up and left his hiding place. He still kept his bow notched and ready incase these people weren't friendly. The brave bow had the ability to fire arrows quickly. It would take him only a few moments to fire arrows at their heads. Time for a quick lie.
“You folk! What are you doing!? Get away from that monstrous beast!”
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Post by Sergeo on Mar 22, 2016 21:41:38 GMT -6
The smell of cooked rabbit and watching the rabbit's skin start to turn a delicious golden brown was starting to make Sergeo go crazy from anticipation. But he knew better than to get ahead of himself with his food, lest he remembers whats it like to have food poisoning that one time from under cooked chicken. He'll take a stab wound over that any day.
But Sergeo's reminiscing was interrupted by a noise, or rather two noises. The thundering sounds of something big running around, and a voice. "Woah,woah Prince! Slower,easy!""Prince?"Sergeo squinted into the forest looking for the source of the commotion, not that he really needed to with noise getting closer and sounding more like a large animal in full sprint. "Is that...Ah! What the hell!?" To his surprise, the animal in question was a massive four-legged bird, charging at him at full speed with a rider who clearly doesn't know how to control the animal in question or that the animal is riding on can fly. Expecting a battle, Sergeo reached for his tomb expecting to fight off the crazed animal, but just as the bird go right into fireball range it started to slow down, digging its massive talons into the earth and stopping just a few feet short of where Sergeo was standing.
Before Sergeo asked any questions he glanced over at his campfire to see it remained virtually undisturbed but the bird's approach and turn the rabbit on its back so that part of him could get cooked before looking back at the mount. At least the giant bird looked well taken care off compared to some of the pegasus' back home in Ilia, but the way the bird was looking at him made Sergeo a bit unnerved at it turn and tilted his head, looking at him like a explorer would trying to decipher a ancient map. The rider's head pop up over his mount's head looking to see if Sergeo himself was alright. "Yes I'm alright. I just didn't plan for the day to end with getting trampled by a giant chicken." he said with a clear sarcastic overtone. "So who are you and what is this giant war chicken you are riding here?" he said mildly interested in mount he hadn't seen in the boarders on Ilia.
“You folk! What are you doing!? Get away from that monstrous beast!”
Sergeo's body spun around to see a very sturdy and very grizzled man, pointing his bow and arrow at the bird mount. Oh what the hell? Now he had to worry about getting shot at? More irritated than anything else he opened his Trinity Tomb, hoping the threat of magic would at least scare one of the pests. "Grrr...why dose everything about this day have to be an irritating ordeal?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 11:07:46 GMT -6
Prince was stoic as ever and simply stared at the mage, barely giving a noticeable reaction when he grabbed his tome. Venford, however, was simply relieved that the mage seemed reasonable. So he let out a sigh before preparing for his usual explanation. "Thanks for deciding to keep calm about this. This here is Prince. He's uh...a griffon. Comes from an island far from here and might very well be the first of his kind on Elibe. You can liken him to a pegasus or a wyvern. A mount, not some monster."
Unfortunately there was only so much more relevant information Venford had to share. After all he could barely recall that island's name, and still was in the process of learning how to properly ride and take care of Prince. There was a plethora of small stuff he could share, like Prince's diet and habits, but he doubted the mage really cared about that. Instead he gestured to himself with a thumb and smiled, preparing to introduce himself.
"As for me: I'm Venford. A wandering mercenary from Nabata, though most of my time is spent getting Prince some exposure! People only fear him because they've never seen anything like him before. But the more exposure he gets around Elibe, more word of mouth spreads, he won't be so strange anymore. They'll see he's no monster."
That honestly was Venford's whole plan. Simply carry about his business as if he still had Berial or even some other kind of mount, and hope that over time he won't have to fear someone trying to kill his mount out of fear and ignorance. To be fair that hadn't happened yet...
Though when an older gentleman, bow aimed and arrow nocked, stepped out of the treeline, Venford briefly feared that night would be the first time. He put up his hands and prayed that Prince wouldn't react negatively. He was relieved to see that all the griffon did was turn his gaze to the man and hold a stare.
"Whoa! Hey, it's okay my man! As I was just explaining to this young man here: this beast is no monster. He's a griffon, comes from a faraway island. His name is Prince, and he's my mount. Wouldn't hurt a soul unless they deserved it. So please, just lower the bow."
Thankfully that last part was also true. The only time Prince had ever attacked him was when they first met, and Venford had technically been with a group of poachers. Arguably he deserved it at the time.
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Post by Hugo on Mar 25, 2016 12:55:36 GMT -6
Hugo continued to keep his arrow notched out of habit. He had it locked right at the giant creature in case if it decided to make a move. The rider repeated what he said earlier that the giant feathered thing was a mount not a monster. The young man by the fire appeared to be some sort of mage. That was fine, Hugo was no stranger to magic. His time and service in the Eturian military had exposed him to all manner of magic. He had been hit by it, healed by it, he even studied it briefly. He knew most spell casters were weak in body so a few hits with anything iron would be enough to silence them forever. He found himself staring if not glaring at the creature. He assumed anything that was part lion had to have some sense of pride. Prince huh.. how fitting. Hugo knew very well that anything with wings could be easily felled with a bow. He assumed this creature was no exception to that rule, and perhaps the creature knew that too.
"I.. am going to lower my bow. But if that thing comes near me in hostility I will destroy it." Hugo put his bow down towards the ground SLOWLY. He relaxed himself slightly. Maintain the illusion. He glanced over at the mage.
"You spell caster. Are you well? I saw that thing charging towards the camp fire." He did well to make it sound and look like he was concerned.
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Post by Sergeo on Mar 25, 2016 21:47:39 GMT -6
Well at least the man on the bird was at least civil, a bad rider to have lost such control over his mount, but civil. Sergeo continued to keep an eye on what Venford the Rider called a griffon,incase the giant bird might try to make a move. "You're from Nabata? You mean the place that is a constantly hot and full of sandstorms?" Sergeo knew enough about the desert country to to know where is was on a map and what it was like, but nothing about the people or customs. Though these griffons seem to be the desert country's answer to the pegasus knights of Ilia. Though I doubt the birds would be prepared for the blistering cold.
"It takes more than some big animal to unnerve me err...Venford was it?" Sergeo said returning his attention to the grizzled man who introduced himself at arrow point. There was a long period of just Sergeo and the grizzled man looking at each other while Venford tried explaining that his Prince was harmless and for the man to lower his bow. It looked like it somewhat worked as the grizzled man slowly pointed his weapon down to the ground and relaxed his stance. Sergeo wasn't as convinced of the man's innocence as it was clear he made himself known for some reason. Maybe he was just a concerned person who happened to be nearby and was didn't know what a griffon was either, or maybe he was intent on robbing Sergeo before Venford showed up. In any case keeping a front of hostility might not be a good idea if he wanted the two of them to leave before his rabbit became burnt. He relaxed his stance and brought his tomb down to his side.
"Yes I am and I am just fine. Even if these two true intent was to hurt me, they would not be successful. The mages back in Delfia taught me well on how to fight things more dangerous than griffons. But what about you sir? What are you doing prowling around in the forest at night? And before you ask why am I here..." he interupted himself an walked around his campfire to show that he was making dinner. "...I intended to have my dinner before I slept under the stars for the night. Though considering that I was interrupted by two parties, I might have to consider finding an inn instead."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 16:04:16 GMT -6
Venford sighed as the older man lowered his bow, but not without an ominous warning. The redhead wanted to protest such extremism but knew that it was warranted. The man had likely never seen something like Prince before. Add in the known presence of those monsters in Lycia and...fear was only natural. Men liked to destroy that which they feared.
"Thanks. I promise you that Prince won't so much as approach you." It wasn't exactly a promise Venford could wholeheartedly make. But Prince had never randomly approached any human before, except for Venford himself.
The bow wielder asked the younger blonde if he was all right, which was a silly question, but at least the man had asked it. Evidently the blonde was unharmed and fairly unfazed. The bowman was none too fazed as well, but that just made things easier for Venford. Either way the blonde haired man did reveal himself to be unharmed and mentioned some sort of training in Delfia? Add in the tome and it was fair to assume that the man was a mage.
"Well I'm glad you're made of such tough stock. Prince has terrified others quite severely in the past...unintentionally, of course, but he's the only one of his kind on Elibe. I think." Only one Venford's ever seen anyway. The redhead dismounted Prince and gently stroked the griffon's beak, prompting him to sit down. "And yes, the name's Venford, and yes I'm from Nabata. That desert country with loads of sandstorms, though there's more to it than that....er, anyway, sorry to interrupt your dinner."
Not too keen on going silent after repeating himself, and also not keen on letting his apology hang in the air, Venford gestured to the mage and the bowman. "While we're all here, though, how about you two? I don't need to know where you're from, but a couple names would be pretty nice."
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Post by Hugo on Mar 30, 2016 11:44:14 GMT -6
So one's an Eturian boy and the other is a Desert Rat. Hugo thought to himself as he started to relax a bit around these two folks. Hugo liked Eturians due to the fact that they were some of his families best customers. Noble houses would often place orders for large amounts of their furs. And some of his relatives managed to join the holy army and obtain decent positions among the holy rank. They even had a few Eturian women marry into his family. Nabata annoyed him. The desert land was a good place for sailing and fishing. As a nation they were poor. There was no central government and little capital to be made off of the desert land. Plus they were competitors in the fur and textile industry. Being one of the few nations to harvest the hair of camels to make clothes. The blonde one seemed to be annoyed at the company he had. But he asked a few important questions as to why Hugo was here. He didn't feel the need to lie about that. Hunters were fairly common in the woodlands. And he certainly looked the part, being a bowman, with a fur hat.
"Name's Hugo. A hunter." His introduction was incredibly simple. The mage made a mention about finding an inn. Hugo had a mental map of the area and knew that nearest inn was about two miles away from here. There was a good chance that the mage would die wandering the woods alone at night. As there were plenty of other things that liked to prowl the Eturian countryside. Bandits were rare with in the Eturian borders. But pockets of them were still a bit of a nuisance in the more remote areas of the country. The prophet's army was vast and powerful but they were also regulated and often delegated to the more populated areas of the country.
"Nearest inn is about two miles that way." He pointed it thumb out over his shoulder.
"Your welcome to try and make the walk. Though you might not survive the journey." He shrugged.
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Post by Sergeo on Mar 30, 2016 22:45:24 GMT -6
The grizzled man finally introduced himself as Hugo. For some reason this really didn't surprise Sergeo that much as he did have a look that just fits for a name often associated with big dumb looking oafs."A Hunter eh?"Sergeo looked back at Venford's griffon with a firmer grasp on the situation. If Hugo had never seen a griffon before he wouldn't want to waste a chance to bag a new creature. "Explains why you came out bow first."
With the others introductions out of the way, it was Sergeo's time to fully introduce himself."I am Sergeo. Think of me as a sort of...mage for hire." As if it wasn't already obvious from his tomb and worn out clothes."Speaking of work, do either of you know where I might be able to find some work?""Delfia doesn't really haven't have any work for anyone who isn't preaching the word of the saint."
Before anyone could answer his question, the smell of smoke started waft through the air much stronger than it had before. With one big sniff, Sergeo's heart sank into his stomach. "No no no NO NO!" His rabbit had been cooking for too long and the skin was turning a chard black color. He picked up the makeshift spit the rabbit was on while trying to kick the fire out with the dirt surrounding the campfire, but any chance to eat the rabbit now had become all but lost as the wild game was ruined by the huge chuck of burnt flesh. Sergeo hadn't felt so disappointed and mad at himself in a long time as he spiked the burnt game into the dirt. "This inn...dose it serve nice big portions of rabbit?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 11:50:59 GMT -6
So, Venford's company currently consisted of Hugo the hunter and Sergeo the freelance mage. They both certainly looked their parts. However Sergeo seemed suspicious of Hugo. Ven could sort of see why, but at the same time he had seen the effect Prince could have on people. Not everyone took it so well. So Ven found it hard to hold Hugo's actions against him. They just seemed like self-defense.
Hugo did point out the direction of the nearest inn, which was useful information. A fairly long walk but not that long of a flight. Prince could clear two miles without breaking a sweat. Yet before Ven could comment the scent of burned meat began to fill the air. He winced, feeling a touch guilty as Sergeo tried his best to salvage his meal in a panic. Alas, it was not to be.
"Er...sorry about that there, Sergeo. If you want passage to the inn Prince and I could always fly you out there." Venford offered apologetically, scratching the back of his head. "However, if you're interested in work...either of you." Ven briefly looked to Hugo, smiling. "I DO have a decent job lined up. My usual work is caravan guarding, and this job is no different. We'd be guarding a merchant caravan across the dreader Etrurian/Lycian border. Pretty common trek for work these days, given the horrors and whatnot."
Ven crossed his arms and shifted his footing a bit before turning most of his focus on Hugo. "I only mention this to you because the merchant in question purchases furs. Seeing as you're a hunter I thought you might at least be interested in meeting with this potential client."
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Post by Hugo on Apr 2, 2016 14:39:53 GMT -6
Hugo shook his head lightly. He hated seeing good meat go to waste but considering the sudden meeting between the three of them it was inevitable.
"It does serve rabbit. As well as chicken, and the occasional boar. However, it is late and they might have already closed the kitchen for the night. As for work.. well the military is always willing to hire. But, military work might not be everyone's cup of tea." The hunter felt comfortable enough to lean his back against a tree. He was still skeptical of these two but so far none of them had raised any red flags. The red head's beast seemed tame enough so far. He raised an eyebrow at the Nabatan's comment about a potential client. A guard job.. to a merchant interested in furs.. Now that.. might be worth checking out. Then returned his expression to it's casual expression.
"Hmm.. now that's an interesting proposition. Do you have any more information about this caravan? Are they looking for furs in bulk? Specific furs?" Hugo asked calmly. He didn't want to overwhelm the young man with some of the more complex questions in fur dealing. He figured he'd ask the appropriate questions regarding cost, quality, and shipping directly to the seller. Of course if this merchant was already procuring furs from another competitor well then he would simply have to do something about that. Eturian Lycia border.. hmm. A trip like that would force them to cut through Nabata or worse Osita. Might cut me off from Eturia for months. I may need to re-think this.
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Post by Sergeo on Apr 4, 2016 23:34:52 GMT -6
Sergeo felt all was lost when his rabbit got burnt into oblivion. Sergeo spent all of his gold just getting the gear ready to explore the world as a merc. There was no way that a random inn out in the middle of nowhere would just give handouts to a drifter, and his pride refused him asking for gold from the strangers he just met. However, his eyes opened and his ears perked up when Venford mentioned his line of work with caravan guarding. Surely that would be a place where Sergeo's talents could get him some gold. After all, brigands and bandits are always on the roads back home, and with his talents in magic and knowledge of how the theiveing scum of the hills operate surely he would be a boon to good to pass up.
Claming himself, Sergeo turned to Venford. "Never mind my rabbit. This caravan company, surely they need more muscle and protection on the roads right? Well then take me to them. With my skills and knowledge I will make sure that not a single wagon is touched" Hugo also mentioned that he might know of some military work in the area. Its not that Sergeo didn't want to join a countries military, its that often such jobs comes with such strict codes of conduct and authority that is demanding to be respected when really they are more deserving of sucker punch to the face. No Sergeo felt more at home in a small band of brothers than he did a military outfit. "I'll pass on the military, but thank you for mentioning it."
Hugo and Venford talked a bit about the fur trade while Sergeo reflected a bit on what a caravan job might lead to in terms of figuring out where the old gang was. If nothing else, he might be able to interrogate a stray bandit for information about his dad. But these thoughts were interrupted by a very audible growl from Sergeo's stomach. He tried to ignore it out of pride and embarrassment.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 18:50:22 GMT -6
As Venford thought, the hunter was interested. Unfortunately he didn't exactly ask about the wares said merchant was looking to trade, purchase, and or sell. So the redhead simply shrugged. "I wish I could tell you, but I'm afraid I didn't ask. Those details didn't exactly pertain to me, you know?" He replied with a sheepish grin. So long as said merchant wasn't poaching or attempting to hunt griffon feathers then Venford wasn't all too concerned over that.
"But that inn sounds more and more like a fine place to visit. I er, don't know if Prince can carry the both of you on his back though, if we were all going together." Of course that remained to be seen, but both of the men did seem interested in the job. "However if you're both interested in the job then we could meet there for...two days from now? It's a fair distance and the merchant was willing to wait, but the village that village is sleepy. Not a lot of traffic, or mercenaries looking for work."
"In fact, I'll tell you what, I'll try to see if I can convince the man not to hire too many others. Plus if he stays put it uh, gives you time to check out his wares." Venford made a gesture towards Hugo after that. Things were coming together for this job. It also gave him an excuse to get out of Etruria. The architecture was nice and it was technically the most stable and secure country in Elibe, but there was something off about it that Venford just didn't appreciate. Even Nabata was better at this point, but good old Lycia would just just fine.
"So, does that sound good to you lot?"
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Post by Hugo on Apr 12, 2016 14:12:20 GMT -6
No of course not. You wouldn't ask any questions about the merchandise if you were just a hired guard. Hugo stood there for a moment thinking to himself. He thought on the offer that was presented to him. He wanted to learn more of this merchant and of this job. He hoped that this job did not involve crossing into Osita. Hugo knew the territory well. Before Kraft destroyed the territory in a holy campaign, Osita was one of the family's finest fur purchasers. He was there when it all went down hill. He witnessed the dead came back to life. He was lucky to escape with his life. Two days..
"I need to know more about this job before I accept or decline the offer. I understand it is a simple caravan guard. But.. it is the path towards Lycia that we take that concerns me." To be honest I do not want to trek through either territory. But if these happen to be one of the family's fur caravans.. then I have to go. He paused for a moment. He crossed his arms and glanced at Seregio. The boy's stomach was growling. He looked disappointed at the mage he had just met. Pathetic. Even if it is burnt you can still eat it. It will be uncomfortable.. but it will fill your stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure.
"As for your.. current situation. Venford take Seregio out to the inn. So, he can quit his belly aching. I will meet you there in the morning." He sighed softly. Children. Grown men acting like goddamn children.
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