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[Furtuka]

"I'll keep that in mind in case I ever get stabbed in the gut. Oh also no killing each other. We already have had enough people trying to do that today."

[Sirus]

: "Come now, ladies and gentlemen. We're all just a little weary from a hard battle; let's have some food and rest and we'll all be friends again in the morning."

[scapheap]

:"I would hug you, but I'm on a horse at the moment."

[Darvi]

"Heheh. Nothing would stop you from getting off your horse, of course."

[Haspen]

During their conversation and subsequent rest, dark clouds began to linger on the sky above their heads after their slow march from the east. Not of the stormy kind, though - it looked that worst they could do was few minutes of summer rain.

The sun was hidden from their view, but they could deduce it was close to late afternoon now.

Then, suddenly, on the horizon, there was a tiny cloud of dust. The cloud moved closer until Gregor, who was outside during his shift, could recognize a cavalier coming toward the manor. He had someone seated on his horse.

Then, Gregor easily recognized something else - Kesselring's crest on the rider's armor. The robed man behind him quickly jumped from the horse as it stopped, and looked at Gregor with a wide grin.

Olison Eul and Christopher Shields are in!

[Sirus]

Gregor warily throws a salute towards the newcomers.

: "Greetings, my lords. What news from Kesselring?"

[Darvi]

"Are they friends of yours?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Oh, I'm no one's friend or lord. My name is Christopher."

The spy pushed back his hood just enough that his eyes were now visible as well. The smile on his face didn't quite reach them.

"Our Lady Proxima instructed the pair of us to retrieve your group as quickly as possible."

He looked from Gregor over to Sterling and gave him the elevator eyes treatment. His grin faded as he did so.

"You're the leader of these mercenaries, correct?"

[Taricus]

: "Due to a change in leadership, he is no longer."

[Darvi]

"Adrien, I think everybody else would like to have a word in that too."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris smiled at Adrien.

"I don't believe you. You look like a hired sword."

[Taricus]

: "Hired axe, to be more probable. And even then, that would mark me out as a proper mercenary.

Now as for the reasons you are no longer fit as a leader sterling, I think you need to look back at your actsion during the last battle. Half of our injuries would've been prevented had you not been so yellow-bellied and moved at full speed down that hallway after we opened the door. With a cleric and an archer, we could've whittled them down until they were destroyed."

[Darvi]

"... says the guy who charged into a room full of enemies, on hs own."

He turns to Chris.

"Don't mind him. He's actually a good guy when he's not being brash. So whom do we have the pleasure talking to?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"As I said, my name is Christopher. I'm an agent of Lady Proxima. This fellow is Olison."

He gestured over his shoulder to the mounted man.

"We're to escort you back as soon as possible. Doubtless the Lady has further plans for you, since you're still alive."

[Taricus]

: "It worked, now didn't it? We did not have to face them where they had a defensive advantage.

Oh yes, one other thing: I asswume Proxima sent you with our payment for removing Arinne?"