Baneloth
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Donath headed back to the Psyrakon house, watching the guards go back to their daily patrols. Or, in some cases, back to the barracks or the inns and a few smaller taverns that had sprung up around the market. He heard Alice giving her little sister a good dressing down, though he didn't catch all of it. It turned out, years of fighting didn't exactly do his ears any favours. But he still caught Alices cry of dismay.
He glanced to the side and saw her sink to her knees. Torin and Aliah were already closing in on her, and he breathed a little easier. Both the elf lass and the ranger were good people. They'd sort her out. Speaking of sorting... the stout old warrior noticed a small group of guards, leaning lazily on their spears. They obviously weren't standing guard, but instead just watching. One of the men pointed and muttered something, and the others chuckled. "Oy!" He shouted, and the group jumped. "Ye got somethin' better t' do than stand around like a pack o' slack-jawed idiots?" He said, his voice menacing. The one that had pointed nodded shakily, and Donath, now in arms reach grabbed his chainmail shirt in one fist. "Then I suggest ye be about it. Eh?" The guard got the message. He and his group turned on their heels and clattered off.
Donath left the square shortly after, an apple in one hand, axe in the other. Salthar passed him on the way,without a word of explanation. A couple of minutes later, Donath came across some of the others. "So, then, what's the plan?" He asked, before taking a bite of his fruit.
He glanced to the side and saw her sink to her knees. Torin and Aliah were already closing in on her, and he breathed a little easier. Both the elf lass and the ranger were good people. They'd sort her out. Speaking of sorting... the stout old warrior noticed a small group of guards, leaning lazily on their spears. They obviously weren't standing guard, but instead just watching. One of the men pointed and muttered something, and the others chuckled. "Oy!" He shouted, and the group jumped. "Ye got somethin' better t' do than stand around like a pack o' slack-jawed idiots?" He said, his voice menacing. The one that had pointed nodded shakily, and Donath, now in arms reach grabbed his chainmail shirt in one fist. "Then I suggest ye be about it. Eh?" The guard got the message. He and his group turned on their heels and clattered off.
Donath left the square shortly after, an apple in one hand, axe in the other. Salthar passed him on the way,without a word of explanation. A couple of minutes later, Donath came across some of the others. "So, then, what's the plan?" He asked, before taking a bite of his fruit.