Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161016174200

Zoordovahsil wrote:

 (Continuation)

The Adamantine Renegades did their best to travel outside known routes while attempting to hide their identities the best they could. No longer they carried the Adamantine Order's colours and sigils, but still they were pieces of their old armor.

"We got lucky so far.", Sir Bedivere broke the silence with his pessimism and immediately brought sighs and annoyed sounds from his companions.

"Why did you need to break the valueable silence, Bedivere? By the Gods...", Sir Beaumens replied, "Seriously, you already got out of carrying duty... do you wish to get out of our party as well?"

"Once again, he is correct. We'll need that luck once we get to the borders, 'cause I'm sure the High King's men will be all over there.", Gawain commented.

"You two make a cute couple, having each other's backs all the bloody time.", Beaumens joked, but was quickly silenced by Percival's voice.

"Silence, someone is coming.", the big man said. Percival was one of the few knights under Doraleous that almost surpassed the Commander's height, which led people to believe that he was actually a Toreau bastard.

The knights walked in a diagonal formation, Beaumens and Tristan pulled the cart with Doraleous on the back, while Bedivere and Gawain walked in front of them with Percival just ahead. After a few moments, a hooded, short figure pulling a small cart appeared on their line of sight and heading towards the group. All of the knights immediately prompted themselves to fight if the need arose, but didn't actually moved towards their blades.

"Morning, friends.", the hooded figure lowered his hood, showing himself to be a middle-aged man carrying all kinds of fruits, vegetables and dairy, "Fancy seeing you folks here."

"Good morning!", Beaumens stepped up before anyone could, "What is it that you carry, my good man?"

"Oh, those? Fresh fruit, vegetables...well, some edible stuff to help the good people of Shornhelm after that fateful event.", the farmer replied, smiling.

"I don't suppose you could spare a few for us, poor souls, huh?", Beaumens asked, quickly making everyone realize that their hunger was even greater than they felt a few seconds ago.

"Ehh... Those are for the good people of Shornhelm, gentlemen. They are in need...and...", the farmer istinctively shielded his goods.

"And they'd pay, correct? Well, we are just heading back to our village to bury our father who died defending Shornhelm's walls.", Beaumens pointed to their own cart, which actually carried the still very much alive Doraleous, "And while we cannot pay, we can trade."

The farmer judged his options and ended up accepting the strangers' goods in exchange of supplies. They had some good pieces of armor that could be sold for a big sum and they didn't asked for all that he possessed, so he walked out of that trade winning large.

They bid their farewells and soon enough both parties were far away from eachother, but not before the farmer spotting a young figure over the cart and beneath the cloth of that strange group. An armored and big figure.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;">"That wasn't very smart.", Bedivere finally said, once they were out of ear's reach and continued before anyone could show their dissatisfaction with the knight's words, "That man is going to Shornhelm and we just gave him proof that he met us."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Their hunger led them to make a huge mistake and despite not liking Sir Bedivere's continuous yapping, they gave him reason and kept silently thinking about what they had done.