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With two cups, one in each hand, and mid-stride towards them, he realized the squire had risen from the table. The lad passed him in a smile that was nothing short of disarming, being of the effortless sort that some people just had naturally. There was a downcast air to it, a sadness about the...

Naught new on the matter betwixt strangers and small towns, all the way to the admission of a rascal’s past. His head tilted as he eyed her askance, one brow arched in feigned disbelief. In truth, none of it was particularly hard to imagine. At all. Plenty thing used to be trouble, hm? “ And...

The point about fresh air and smoking had him chuckling, but it was short-lived. An all too familiar past tense coloured what she told therein, doing away some of that easy air they’d had reign betwixt until now. His momentary silence that followed wasn’t exactly regretful, just— Wary? Lest he...

Suppose he was right there with her in the curiousity, in some way. It was easy to feel the desire to pursue it too, when the company one got to do so with wasn’t half shabby. When it came to small towns and their respective features, he hadn’t but to shrug. “ Perhaps they are, being the...

A ghastly thing — he’d not taken Syr Cathmore for one concerned with appearances, so one had to figure it a joke. He hummed as if in lamentation, though his smile remained. ” You never know what having it around your neck could grant us. Maybe the hunter is afraid of rabbits. ” A shrug as he...

Basic and universal was definitely a way to put it. And what even was the function of a shadow in a mirror, when opposed to failing crops and a difficult delivery. It felt so— disconnected and haphazard. If half of those omens aren’t but figments of imagination to one degree or another. He...

He listened expressionlessly as the situation was explained, stare bouncing betwixt the brandished root vegetable and the man himself. A sorcerer. A usual accusation, one he was rather familiar with himself for having been at the receiving end of it. He spared no effort keeping a residual...

Syr Hoffren hummed his attention as answers and speculation were given, his look lingering on Byanka as she slowly rose from the floor. Despite her silence being nothing unusual, he yet would eye her with a tinge of concern, idly shuffling to offer a couple step’s breadth of space. In the...

It had been awfully pleasant, somehow. Perhaps it was the silence that had often reigned betwixt them on their way, the sort he minded none. If neither of them had anything to say, why speak merely for some sense of unity or feigned interest. Camaraderie, he felt, was a given and sometimes...

With the squire gone, there were but the two of them left into the dead of night, that stretch of well-beaten path. He felt Syr Hoffren’s eyes upon himself, scrutiny, which he made a great effort to keep ignoring, stare trained at Gruki’s wake. The words exchanged within the hut were fainter...

He kept the pace unhurried as they went, eye trained on every shadow and dark corner, the spindly thickets and shrubs that waved in the wind. Branches would snap and crackle, grass crunching underfoot, every fiber upon him laced with lingering tension. The red flare had faded out a mere moment...

The blade barely met resistance as it sunk in, a softness of rot in every inch of flesh that became apart. Like the inside of an insect, held together and given shape by a tough exterior. Bone crunched as he twisted the blade, half just for the experimental pleasure of it, forcing a greater gap...

The squire was free, gasping for breath, but there was no relief for it. The beast shrieked as he kicked it in what he assumed was the shin of a hind limb, his heel pushing it just a bit further away from his yet struggling company. It staggered, swiping at him in turn, which he met with his...

He cradled his jaw, mouth set to a grim line as he stared at the myriad of replicas, inwardly tallying up their number. Who was to say how many there were yet, just out of sight. Irritation and frustration bubbled within his skull, the squire’s cheerful tone all too bright against the low hum...

Having stumbled, ears ringing, he came to belatedly. In the red-tinted dark he caught sight of Saskia disappearing into the shack, leaving outside but himself and the squire. His look sought her where she’d stood mere seconds before, obscured in the building’s shadow. She was no longer...