Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170110183016

"You should indeed, King Marcel. While our seas had the occasional trouble with small pirate vessels, the big ones stayed away due to a treaty one of my ancestors made... Unfortunately, the latest events led my father to undo the treaty in obvious anger.", Balin explained, grabbing a few more of the honeycakes.

"As we speak, I have my ship's carpenter working on the repairs of the damages the pirates did. No shipment is safe in High Rock anymore...and the peaceful seas are now but a long, lost memory.", the Prince added, knowing that Wayrest was also a seafaring community such as Farrun and wishing no harm to come to Marcel's business.

Balin now knew exactly what he had been expecting and when the opportunity finally crossed his path, he decided to act accordingly. His plans were more alive than ever.

Donel didn't have to look much to find his men, who were chatting with a few of the peasants while Lady Bathou rested nearby. Vattier promptly separated himself from the main group and went directly to his Captain.

"So? Did they caught him?", the one-eyed man asked.

"The bastard was not here and it seems that he has a force of Bouchards following him wherever he is. Not sure if would be safe to leave with Lady Bathou, seeing our luck lately chances are we run into the sadistic little coward and die outnumbered."

"So, what will we do, Captain?", Vattier scratched his stubble of a beard.

"I guess we'll have to ask the new King for permission to stay here until Lady Bathou recovers. See if we can send a message to King Tormund so he can send a sloop to fetch us.", Donel Vici explained and sighed, "Gods, I was hoping we wouldn't end up falling into another foreign war, but... Damn the bloody, vicious Gods."

"So? What are the orders?", Vattier crinkled his nose in doubt.

"Get the men, Lady Bathou and follow me.", the imperial said, turning around and heading back to the castle.