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Cormund rolled his eyes while the bandit poked him with a stick repeatedly, flashing a grin with a few gaps.
"C'mon, eh? Tell my fortune."
The bandit continued egging him on while another whittled, two more played cards, and another two napped. Still one more drove the cart that they were riding on. Cormund sighed into his reply while he looked at the passing woods on the road going East.
"I told you, I only know when bad things are going to happen, and I can't focus it on just you."
"So what's something bad that'll happen to me, huh?"
If he weren't shackled to the cart he'd be tearing his hair out. He couldn't believe he'd been captured while he was sleeping. He didn't think anyone would he stupid enough to harm a dreadlord, even an initiate, this close to the Anirian Reach. He was so close to Vel Cirak where his assignment was, and now this cart was just taking him further south, down to the Falwood.
"You're gonna get k-killed when they come find me, for starters."
Cormund grunted after being poked in the ribs hard by the bandit.
"A real one, you sod. Not often I get to speak to a soothsayer for free. Know you arent fibbin' coz you're a dreadlord, kid or not. Now tell me somethin' 'fore we get too deep in the Wood"
"W-What makes you think the elves will pay anything for me? We're not even at war"
"Got good Intel they're looking for Dreadlords right now, beats me why, maybe to torture but-"
"ZIPPIT!"
The bandit at the reins shouted suddenly, startling the one poking Cormund. He glared at the driving man for a second before shrugging and turning to the two playing cards, getting them to deal him in.
Cormund knelt there, magic dampening shackles pinning him to the cart. He wished he was any other dreadlord right now, able to swiftly dispatch of seven by himself while shackled. If he could just get the damn things off him. He brought his gaze up and to the left where his horse, Hemlock was led along.
Gods if only they didn't have his Horse.
Once more he looked at his surroundings. The vegetation was thick off the roadsides, it was more like a path, probably a smugglers road. Wasn't he supposed to have a second on this mission? It was strange they hadn't showed up yet. He shifted his body into a more comfortable position and got ready for a long ride...
"C'mon, eh? Tell my fortune."
The bandit continued egging him on while another whittled, two more played cards, and another two napped. Still one more drove the cart that they were riding on. Cormund sighed into his reply while he looked at the passing woods on the road going East.
"I told you, I only know when bad things are going to happen, and I can't focus it on just you."
"So what's something bad that'll happen to me, huh?"
If he weren't shackled to the cart he'd be tearing his hair out. He couldn't believe he'd been captured while he was sleeping. He didn't think anyone would he stupid enough to harm a dreadlord, even an initiate, this close to the Anirian Reach. He was so close to Vel Cirak where his assignment was, and now this cart was just taking him further south, down to the Falwood.
"You're gonna get k-killed when they come find me, for starters."
Cormund grunted after being poked in the ribs hard by the bandit.
"A real one, you sod. Not often I get to speak to a soothsayer for free. Know you arent fibbin' coz you're a dreadlord, kid or not. Now tell me somethin' 'fore we get too deep in the Wood"
"W-What makes you think the elves will pay anything for me? We're not even at war"
"Got good Intel they're looking for Dreadlords right now, beats me why, maybe to torture but-"
"ZIPPIT!"
The bandit at the reins shouted suddenly, startling the one poking Cormund. He glared at the driving man for a second before shrugging and turning to the two playing cards, getting them to deal him in.
Cormund knelt there, magic dampening shackles pinning him to the cart. He wished he was any other dreadlord right now, able to swiftly dispatch of seven by himself while shackled. If he could just get the damn things off him. He brought his gaze up and to the left where his horse, Hemlock was led along.
Gods if only they didn't have his Horse.
Once more he looked at his surroundings. The vegetation was thick off the roadsides, it was more like a path, probably a smugglers road. Wasn't he supposed to have a second on this mission? It was strange they hadn't showed up yet. He shifted his body into a more comfortable position and got ready for a long ride...