Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-27922119-20161130181314

Once the spell had worn off, dawn had crowned the horizon with fire, and Ness-Nuit-Fethat began negotiations. They were failing miserably.

Some crusaders had immediately ran from the battle scene in the direction of the Silver Road, and after a few minutes of bickering, Fethat recognised the appeal of green fists over silver tongues.

"Don't you want to hunt that Khajiit bastard down?" asked Burb, eyeing down each crusader in front of him. “If you refuse to comply, we can easily kill you,” Fethat added in, “my incantation rests peacefully on my tongue.”

Having been blinded by the bluff, the crusaders crumpled at Fethat’s remark.

“Listen to sense lads,” pleaded a crusader, “we’ll have a better chance against Majjir than we do with these…men.”

As a parting token of trust, Fethat mentioned Noggos’ secret, and quickly struck him down, easing the faces of the crusaders.

“It’s a deal. Wulfarth’ll bring back our boys from the Silver Road, and we’ll leave a trail for you to follow,” said the crusader that had spoken before, in a finality that quashed any interjections.

Burb turned towards Fethat. “What now?”

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Now, we head north. That Majjir could’ve spread word of what happened. It is the safest bet.”

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">They walked forward, packing up a few agreed essentials from the crusader’s camp, with the horizon to the right of them.