Eyeless and faceless the helmet followed Elyon as he disappeared and without ears Zxandor listened to the explanation from Eshara.
It sounded remarkably similar to how he entered the city first.
The helmet tilted away, facing towards the treeline.
"I do not like being unable to see my...
The helmet jumped, Zxandor could not be alarmed or surprised but it did acknowledge the experience of the unexpected. How else would it identify an ambush in progress?
"That is good."
It acknowledged this information as welcome news. Being close to it's objective was good yet the idea of...
A unit.
Zxandor's sophisticated albeit limited mind filtered life through the lense of a soldier. So it understood the Ely'Esha as one, having seen them work together, not unlike a well trained team.
Individuals who made up the whole.
Enthusiastic individuals that shook both it's gloves at...
Zxandor followed, though it seemed inefficient to be led by the "hand". It was solid as if filled by a physical being and led the rest with just the same kind of connection one may expect bar one fact. Zxandor was terribly heavy, moreso than a person of his size had any right to be so in the...
The helmet head jerked sideways in obvious confusion at the instruction to not take the weapon but it complied and let the weapon fall with a clatter. It did not seem to help the crowd feel any better.
"Celestial Veils! She commands it!"
"Why did that girl free the funny man Dad?"
"We should...
*Tattered scraps*
Zxandor wondered at the words as it regarded it's glove hands and scarf, they were old and worn indeed but there was little time to dwell as the two who decided to help it began a masterful heist, simple but effective.
It readied itself as the troupe chased the taller one and...
Two gloves hands gripped the bars of iron as Zxandor leaned in to give it's reply to the taller one. It was a simple thing this animated being, a soldier not given to spycraft but it knew the importance of selecting allies well as all good soldiers did.
"I would!"
Came the answer the fluid...
Noting how irritated it's captors seemed at the small barrage of questions Zxandor reasoned that it would make them more irritated if it answered every one.
So it did, alternating between addressing the taller one, who spoke slightly ahead of the shorter one.
"I am a soldier."
The empty helmet...
The crowd had been gathering in the end of the market and had stayed to see the thing in the cage.
The sign above it read "The Wonder of Ages Past" and it was not undeserved for within the cage that had found its way to Elbion was a creature of magical construction of a kind not seen in many...
It was all but done.
Sam Fairbridge loosed his magic and it took what fight was left from the brigands.
One made a desperate attempt to leap into the river.
The loud splash broke the calm and another completely bolted, fled for the treeline.
Zxandor allowed them both to go because the one with...
The opportunity was good. It was best to attack when an enemy was unready. Zxandor understood this as a matter of course. Sam seemed to be experiencing fear, or at least hesitation. Such battle psychology was common among fresh soldiers.
"Sam Fairbridge you are no required to fight. I am able...
Zxandor nodded in ready acceptance. Whom to kill and whom not to kill was effectively all war was. They why was the only other factor.
"Thank you Sam Fairbridge."
Zxandor picked up the spear and continued marching.
"Being allowed to kill these Brigands will make this far simpler and quicker."...
Zxandor listened as the walked at a brisk pace. One marched into conflict and so Zxandor marched forth.
Sam spoke of the limitations on killing. This was plain enough so to address this Zxandor stopped and spoke. Turning towards Sam and planting the butt of the spear into the ground.
"You...
Zxandor watched and listened patiently. Patience was a natural state for any object, even animated ones.
For a being unlike them there might have been some overload of details but for Zxandor it was a matter of tasks.
The task was in the end to provide guard for Sam Fairbridge.
To that end...
While they were in the shop and Sam was getting the attention
Zxandor moved with purpose, marching right up to the counter and looking down upon the sitting dwarf with green eyes.
"I desire a flamberge."
They said before turning the hollow helm of their head towards Sam.
"And Sam Fairbanks will...
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