Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-25418438-20151216130922

Renard grimmaced as he fell to one knee for the umpteenth time. His leg wound had not been healed by his Breton captor, Sir Trenton Troyne and was now beginning to look infected.

"Can we stop for just five minutes?" Renard pleaded.

"The longer we delay the less chance Cyrus is alive when we find him." Trenton replied bluntly.

The Knight pulled on the rope which was bound to Renard's hands and ushered him to keep moving.

"How far away is this Orc encampment?" Trenton asked.

"About a days march through the mountains" Renard replied, the agony of the pain in his leg now clear in his voice.

Trenton drank water from his flask. "I would offer you some but the Order of Akatosh does not tolerate deserters in any shape or form".

Renard fell to the ground once more, Trenton propped his broadsword on the back of the deserter's neck. "Move now or I shall slay you where you lie."

The former Crow slowly got up to his feet, and gingerly resumed the trek to the Orc encampment.