Time: November 15th, just past dawn. ~12 years ago
Location: Eowesoa, The forest south of Itresa.
Status: Closed. @xiketic
Efrain glided through the underbrush with practiced silence, the brambles pricking intermittently at his trousers. Behind him he could feel Mazek following. While he was technically a knight now, the true test was his ability to be a knight. Against all the odds, he had made it through the usual training and tests. Efrain had harbored several doubts to his competence as a warrior, though never any in regards to his intelligence, and was impressed with his ability to make it this far. He still felt that knighthood was not the place nor the position for him, however, and instead believed he was better suited to stacks of research and places of scholarship. Unlike many, he saw no shame in such positions, but he knew that Mazek’s family had harsh expectations for him.
Today, of course, was Mazek’s chance to truly prove himself under the watchful eye of Efrain. His first mission as a knight, not an initiate, not a squire, but a true knight. The elder knights had their doubts and suspected the younger man of cheating his way through the earlier trials, but they trusted Efrain’s judgement in the matter and his say after today would solidify Mazek’s place as the latest Sir Grimm. Efrain had already been amongst the fold for the better part of four and a half years and as such had proven his competence many times over. As a result, he of course had a multitude of better places to be and greater responsibilities to attend to instead of supervising, but he had been formally requested. He’d dealt with his own irritation at the task before coming, however, and now he only hoped that the oddball of a man made it through with his dignity, and knighthood, intact.
“Tell me again,” he ordered, stopping on the hill they were traversing to face Mazek. He crossed his arms as his gaze surveyed the fields that stretched out below them, spotted with farmland and houses. They were many miles south of Itresa and far from the closest plantation. Here their only company were each other, the ominous woods, and the beasties lurking in the shadows--some of which they had come to hunt. “Like you would a mission update to a commander. What we’re hunting, why, on whose orders, and so on. And quickly now.”