Ah well, nothing he hasn't heard before. He isn't the sort of man who needs to defend his pride, so he shrugs. "Perhaps you are right." And then he's gone, mountain a chocobo, and they increase their pace.
It's good riding, and they don't need to slow often. So they go until it's time to camp. He doesn't wake their hostage, though he does peel back the flap once or twice to check if he's awake, and sets food just inside.
He'll take watch, just like any of his men. It's near the end of his shift when the commotion starts, shouting behind him. They've got wards on the camp, of course, so he isn't worried so much as discerning.
Until an enchanted arrow, bright with mage fire, pierces too close to the wagon. That shouldn't have gotten through, and immediately he's calling orders, pressing fast to get to the wagon. They can't lose Ravus, and more important, Ravus is still partly bound, and secured in the caravan. If soemthing happens, he won't have a chance.
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It's good riding, and they don't need to slow often. So they go until it's time to camp. He doesn't wake their hostage, though he does peel back the flap once or twice to check if he's awake, and sets food just inside.
He'll take watch, just like any of his men. It's near the end of his shift when the commotion starts, shouting behind him. They've got wards on the camp, of course, so he isn't worried so much as discerning.
Until an enchanted arrow, bright with mage fire, pierces too close to the wagon. That shouldn't have gotten through, and immediately he's calling orders, pressing fast to get to the wagon. They can't lose Ravus, and more important, Ravus is still partly bound, and secured in the caravan. If soemthing happens, he won't have a chance.