On the dragon’s trail - @thegeneraloftheabyss
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Many gazes fell upon the Ionian swordsman but none did try approach him, most of the warriors were wary of his foreigner origin keeping their gossips between them, that continued for a while until the ginger haired woman made her way towards his direction, two wooden cups of mead at her hands, her hazel eyes focused upon him.
“ So, it is you that our troops won’t stop talking about, tell me swordsman what madness fell upon our Lord to drag you into this? ” Morgaine asked and placed one of the cups near him as an offering, kicking on the nearby boxes to fall properly so she could have a seat for herself near him.
Her armor did differ from the rest of the garrison around them, it bared strong marking of the blackwood family upon it, a cape that bared a strong similarity to Alteron’s, she clearly wasn’t one of the ground troops, her armor was one that fitted a knight of the upper class and her sword only by its grip showed parts of expert craftmanship.
The warriors immediately stopped their whispering once she mentioned them but their gazes locked upon the two, curious to see as to how the conversation between the two will go.
The woman’s voice brought him back from his train of thoughts. She was a stranger, much like the rest of the troops that Alteron had brought with him, but this one was different, clearly a superior in terms equipment, whoever she was, she must be taken seriously and very likely with respect in this General’s army, or so he thought. Truthfully, Rai had walked into the wolf’s den and could only escape by complying.
‘What am i unleashing?’ he momentarily thinks to himself. Everything he does could result in a much larger scale conflict, but backing out now wasn’t advisable. Best be done with it, finish whatever was started, for all he knew, he had one hell of a story to tell once he returns back to Ionia, although they would probably doubt his words. It is not easy to convince someone of the existence of a primordial being long lost and forgotten in history’s never ending waves.
“I don’t believe i possess such knowledge to answer you. Perhaps you are more likely to find out than i am. You seem to have your way around, judging by your finely crafted equipment.”
The woman let out a small chuckle at his response, how wrong his answer was, she was the last person of all that she would learn about his plans, Alteron had his way on keeping her out of his dangerous adventures, excuses of little to no logical explanation from his end.
“Trust me I’m the last person that gets to know about his crazy expeditions…” She replied with a sarcastic remark to her sentence.
Thoughts of doubt surrounded her mind as Alteron had choose once more to push her at the side for another mission, a mission that did get him back with serious to a human injuries, a mission that he could not return from if it went wrong.
She had trained herself to the best she could, with his guidance she had succeeded to everything he had put against her, where others fell she stood up and won, her armor and weapon proof to her achievements, yet he picked another man to accompany him, a man that she knew nothing about.
“My name is Morgaine Blackwood, swordsman, if you don’t mind do share with me what has occurred to your journey with him.”
She added clearly anxious to hear what had happened. Offering a cup of ale to him.
“It’s one of our own brands, tales are told better with a drink.” Her gaze turned towards the camp fire, her hazel eyes focused upon its hypnotizing color.
Rai accepts the drink, although doubt stirs his mind. He wasn’t exactly an alcohol person. Sure, he’d drink on occasion, but his experience was of course within the traditional Ionian brews. Whether out of cautiousness or just plain and simple lack of events he wasn’t really big on foreign drinks, let alone this ‘ale’ that he was being offered. Curiosity reaches him though and he figures dropping his polite demeanor now would just be ill advised.
“You’re asking a complicated question.” He says, taking a cautious sip from the drink. Its taste was completely new to him and in fact quite nice, maybe he ought to be open to new cultures a bit more this time around. “We are supposedly taking down a barrier of some sort, there have been several altercations with your region’s undead but we took care of it.”
He thinks twice about telling her the story about this giant they took down earlier in the expedition, but then again he doubts she’d be as surprised as him at this revelation. “We also had to deal with some sort of frost giant creature, unlike anything I’ve seen back in Ionia to be certain. The rest is yet to be revealed.”
Morgaine was in shock, frost giants were not common to be found around, and they were rumored to take down squads of troops in their rage, she was careful enough to not show her feelings and instead she kept her feelings for herself as she was trained to do.
An expression of curiosity formed upon her features, her gaze now turned towards the foreigner.
“ A frost giant here?! Now you got my attention Rai, but don’t just leave me hanging here do tell me more of this encounter, these creatures are not common to just find around.”
Her hands moved towards the tankard, refilling her own cup she turned it towards his cup to refill it as well.
The warmth from the camp fire mixed with the taste of alcohol was one of the few nice things someone could find around this frozen wasteland, at least for her own tastes.
