(faithlesshealer) A wandering vestal, looking for "sanctuary" as most people call it, she herself calls it "a place to rest my head" but sanctuary is sanctuary! She oh so happens to spot this fellow hero, a crusader. Maybe he can give her directions to the nearest town? She approached him. "Excuse me, I don't suppose you know the way to the nearest town, I look for a simple shelter for a while." She asked the man.
“Hail, sister. T’is odd to see your kind about these decaying trees. Moreso the fact you travel alone and without a caravan. Regardless,” He paused, planting the zweihander from his shoulder into the dirt, “the estate is merely a stone’s throw to the north. “
“Ah.” she nodded “Yes I’m simply looking for a place to work, and shelter of course.” She looked back to the woods where she came sighing softly. “Least it’s not far yeah?” she laughed halfheartedly. She looked tired from her trek.
“Then the estate will accommodate you, sister. Sweat will earn you a….’warm’ meal and a bed. Of course, t’is without say that you may surely never return from what labors you are assigned.” The Crusader pounded a fist on his armored chest, the metals ringing resoundingly, “Through trial and tribulation, you shall become one with the Light. Or you may simply join it in the eternity that follows this mortal existence. Enough prattling on… Your name? I am Sir Reynauld.”
“Hah, light, sure.” She said bitterly, maybe not to him but to the comment. “My name is Russel.” She changed her tone to a more even one swiftly. “It’s a pleasure.” She said politely. “And I assumed so, work almost always comes around these parts. Atleast it keeps me going.” She said with a hollow laugh.
“March onward then. Idle hands make the Devil’s work, you know.” Reynauld laughed warmly, “I would be worried if you did not know such things, however. You and I are of the same cloth, as they say. T’is certainly going to be a pleasure serving alongside you.”
He paused for a moment, drawing his sword from the ground, grunting lightly under the one-armed action, “Scheiße. I shall accompany you, if you prefer. I am due to return as is. Aufschub bringt Gefahr as my mother would say.”
“!” she seemed a bit surprised at his offer. “Sure, go ahead. Company is nice to have, especially around here.” She stood steady and waved him on “Come, as you said we shouldn’t stay here and doddle.” she said, getting ready to head on.
“With haste.” He replied, resting the blade upon his shoulder, “Perhaps we shall put this time to more use than silence.” His gaze shifted toward the estate as his armored feet carried him onward, “You shall share you tale many times by the night’s end, I assure you. Though we are all diligent people, we are not diligent drunkards.” He scoffed quickly, “Though, I am one who abstains from drink in excess. Piety and all, as you are aware.” He seemed indifferent if she was actually following or not, really. He just kept walking and rambling onward.
“Heh, not a drunkard eh?” She said following behind him “I don’t mind a nip of ale here or there either but as you said, not in excess.” She said letting her eyes drift to the estate as well. “And maybe you can start your tale, for now I’m not feeling as… Talkative in that department.” She said gazing towards the ground, a darker tone forming in her voice.
“Hedonism is a sin. I would assume someone of your title would know such a thing.” He huffed some at merely having to remind her of such a thing, but cleared his throat shortly after, “I was sent by my order to investigate what lurks below this tainted land. So far I have found more than just some cultists trying to revive a long-dead and forgotten god. I am, however, currently sending a courier with a letter to demand the church sends more of my brethren before this become an issue we cannot simply strike down.
