“ He should’ve been back by now. “
Syr Leinas had broken the silence, standing at the edge of the darkening copse with his shoulder against the oaken giant that overlooked the broad dirt road. They’d settled at a bend where visibility to both directions was no more than fifty paces, the way bordered by a great thicket on one side and a fenced pasture on the other. A classic spot for an ambush — advantageous, if hideously predictable.
Not lifting his look from the dying embers at his feet, Oliver drew a breath and adjusted on his spot on the ground, plate armour pronouncing the slightest shift. He’d long since submitted to taking a seat, positively lounging. To be so on edge—
“ Wrong. He’ll be back exactly when he means to — “ He responded belatedly, head keeling to allow him a cursory glance at the sky. It had turned to evening, the great bright dot level with the horizon and sprouting fire across the firmament, its shape ever-sinking. Soon, it’d be dark. It always crept up this time of year.
Like a band of thieves. Just to himself, he smiled a little. His stare landed on his companion in turn, with some mischief.
“ — If I was him, I’d take your worry as doubt over my competence. Hardly a— “
“ Yeah, yeah. “ Syr Leinas interjected in a quick turn upon his heel, speaking and marching over a little louder than he meant to. This was evident in the way he fell silent and halted therein, frustration in the huff and folding of arms as he stood, staring at passing air. Playing oblivious and nonchalant for it, Oliver watched him.
“ Pass me the wineskin. “
The man’s request was granted in a quick swing of the arm. And a grin.
Syr Leinas had broken the silence, standing at the edge of the darkening copse with his shoulder against the oaken giant that overlooked the broad dirt road. They’d settled at a bend where visibility to both directions was no more than fifty paces, the way bordered by a great thicket on one side and a fenced pasture on the other. A classic spot for an ambush — advantageous, if hideously predictable.
Not lifting his look from the dying embers at his feet, Oliver drew a breath and adjusted on his spot on the ground, plate armour pronouncing the slightest shift. He’d long since submitted to taking a seat, positively lounging. To be so on edge—
“ Wrong. He’ll be back exactly when he means to — “ He responded belatedly, head keeling to allow him a cursory glance at the sky. It had turned to evening, the great bright dot level with the horizon and sprouting fire across the firmament, its shape ever-sinking. Soon, it’d be dark. It always crept up this time of year.
Like a band of thieves. Just to himself, he smiled a little. His stare landed on his companion in turn, with some mischief.
“ — If I was him, I’d take your worry as doubt over my competence. Hardly a— “
“ Yeah, yeah. “ Syr Leinas interjected in a quick turn upon his heel, speaking and marching over a little louder than he meant to. This was evident in the way he fell silent and halted therein, frustration in the huff and folding of arms as he stood, staring at passing air. Playing oblivious and nonchalant for it, Oliver watched him.
“ Pass me the wineskin. “
The man’s request was granted in a quick swing of the arm. And a grin.