"I take your bandying of words for what they are, Squire Nacht," Isander said, his head shaking lightly as he tended to his belongings. Palming a pair of dates over a tear of damp bread, he took a moment to chew and sip from the laden skin at his side; this he offered around the circle, sparing it but a glance before sliding the weathering sheath from his spear.
"Your objections are heard, and the both of you are free to remain at camp. We will collect you upon our return, should we survive the night." He fished around his pouch for a vial of oil, dabbed it onto a cloth, and began slicking the length of his blade. It offered a dull gleam in the falling light, a crimson facsimile of the setting sun. Bit by bit he oiled the blade, conferring a measured silence.
"Else we press on to take these poachers by the light of their fires," he said. "We've scarce an hour left to make this decision, so consider well your options."
A shrug rounded his shoulders at the last.
Nacht Alouette Josai
"Your objections are heard, and the both of you are free to remain at camp. We will collect you upon our return, should we survive the night." He fished around his pouch for a vial of oil, dabbed it onto a cloth, and began slicking the length of his blade. It offered a dull gleam in the falling light, a crimson facsimile of the setting sun. Bit by bit he oiled the blade, conferring a measured silence.
"Else we press on to take these poachers by the light of their fires," he said. "We've scarce an hour left to make this decision, so consider well your options."
A shrug rounded his shoulders at the last.
Nacht Alouette Josai
