To Far Away Times

[Dracos]

Dracos breathes, eyes widening slightly at the effort as he rests for a bit, giving his body and mind a few minutes to recover before standing up.  "Well...that didn't work.  Let's try convincing Markham to move."

Dracos, assuming there is no objections, starts heading back into the camp.

Dracos

[Brian]

Liandrall and Nathan follow you wordlessly, as you head back towards the center of the camp.  You wend your way between the wagons, where women and children tend cookpots and ladle out stew to the warriors, until you find Markham.  He's skipping the option of stew for the dry rations he ate earlier, and is speaking with Tomas in a low voice.

Their conversation stops when you come into view, and they both look at you expectantly, saying nothing.

[Dracos]

"Greetings Lord Markham.  I am... concerned that it is a bad idea to camp the night here."

Dracos

[Brian]

Markham rolls his eyes.  "Since you're so worried, I'll scout," Tomas says dryly.  "I'll sleep when we reach the keep."  He turns to walk away.

Markham shrugs.  "As you wish," he mumbles, to no one in particular.

[Dracos]

"I'll join you."  Dracos answered calmly, following Tomas.

Dracos

[Brian]

Tomas looks back at you, and shakes his head.  "No thanks," he says dryly.  "You'll serve better left behind."

[Dracos]

Dracos raises an eyebrow, "You surely jest.  If what you said earlier is true, there is no harm in having a spare set of feet traveling beside you.  The only reason I'd be better needed here is if it is about to be under attack."

Dracos

[Brian]

"I can protect myself admirably without the need to babysit a drunken man, and a fallen king," he spits.  "Stay where you will cause the least harm, Phil."  With that, he whirls, and stomps away, shooting a glare back over his shoulder to make sure you're not following him.

[Dracos]

"Protect yourself from what?  You have a sharp tongue for someone who should have absolutely no fear of a companion, but if you wish to play games, petulent brat, then Nathan shall accompany you."  Dracos' eyes were narrowed, slightly daring him to try and offer insult twice.

Dracos

[Brian]

Tomas stops, then turns around and glares at you.  "I won't have you or your madman dog follow me," he growls.  "I'm not so weak and infirm as to need your assistance to walk across the ice."

Liandral puts a hand on Phil's shoulder and murmurs, "It might be best to let this go."

Tomas spits again, glaring at you as though to dare you to press the issue further.

[Dracos]

Dracos shakes his head, calmly gesturing to Nathan.  "Obviously you are hiding something.  There is no other reason to lose your temper so easily.  The reason you don't want to be followed is obvious and it has nothing to do with who does it.  And only a coward would badmouth the man who slew the beast that took down Hadrick Shuker."

Dracos

[Brian]

Tomas cracks his neck, and clenches his hands into fists, as though to reach for his sword.  "You have a big mouth," he says.  "The better to drown your sorrows in ale with, no doubt."  He looks like he's about to say more, but cuts off with a look over your shoulder.

Lord Markham stands there, arms crossed, and looking unimpressed.  "This is futile," he growls.  "Bloom, Shuker, go stay with the children, and stay our of the way of proper warriors.  You've brought enough shame upon yourselves by abandoning the priestess you were supposed to be protecting already; this is just foolishness."

[Rezantis]

"Does he look drunk? Do I look insane? It's a convenient reason to ignore the people who are talking sense, isn't it?" Rez snorts, "I retrieved my ancestor's blade, thank you very much.  The priestess is safely at the keep, where she is ready to perform her duties . . . unlike you."

[Brian]

"You both look madmen," Markham says succinctly.  "Now stay out of the way or I'll have you chained up like the beasts you act the part of."

[Dracos]

Dracos shakes his head, leaving without comment.

Dracos