Snippet #1069736

Minh waited patiently. He kept looking out the windows, into the forests, scanning them for something before he'd turn back and check on what everyone else was doing. He tried to project an air of calm, hoping the others would benefit from it. He kept his mask on, he still was unaware that the Elven Knight-Captain had revealed what he was, and assumed that the other elves' knidness was just because the Knight-Captian was being rude anyway. The mask served to keep an attempted visage of him being an elf and nothing more. Or less, in most elves' eyes. But he had no time to dwell on that, now. He was sure they'd think of less of him if they found out, and right now that would be bad.

He watcehd Nadia for a short while, noticing her fatigue. He thought it over and decided that if he had to, he'd carry her. But no matter what, they were leaving this village. He thought about offering to help them pack, but then realized he wasn't sure if females were picky about things they packed, and for that matter, what females would pack anyway. He resigned to keeping watch, and making sure there was enough food for at least a week.

"We should get going soon." He said, approaching the group silently and keeping his voice low, "I don't mean to be rude, but we can't be sure how much time we have left." he finished, looking at each of them before stepping into the quickly-fading light. He turned his head back, "I'm going to let the Knight-Captain know we're leaving. So he has one less thing to worry about. Defending this village is going to be his priority, not us." he said and was about to add 'That's my responsibility now.' but felt it would be silly, and so he shut his mouth and made for the Town Hall.

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Knight-Captain El'eniel was in the Mayor's office. The white-haired Knight had his orders laid out in front of him, and he was mulling over them. Scattered about the desk was a map of the city with markings for where he expected attack, and where he had men stationed along with patrol routes. He frowned and stood suddenly, as a knock sounded on the door. He was half-clothed in armor, the intricate armor was sitting on a table in the corner. He wore his greaves, but the rest was removed so he could do work. His curved Falchion hung loosely from his belt and he gripped it's hilt reflexively,
"Come in."

"Beg your pardon, Knight-Captain, but one of the citizens wishes to speak with you."

"Which one?"

"The male, sire."
Silence filled the air and El'eniel sighed, "Send him in." he called at last, relaxing his grip and sitting down in the chair. Minh entered and walked up to the middle of the room, just in front of the desk. He opened his mouth to speak, but El'eniel cut him off, "What do you want, half-blood?" He asked with a sneer plastered over his face and revulsion in his voice. He made no attempt to hide his scorn, even if he had no real idea why he hated the man, other than his mixed heritage.

Minh kept his calm face, "Just to let you know that we are departing." He responded, his voice tight as he held back a torrent of insults.
El'eniel looked up and scoffed, then glanced out the window. With a raised brow, he looked at Minh as if the man were insane. Which he was, but El'eniel didn't know that, "Leaving? Now? It's nearly sundown! Where will you go? The forest will eat you alive!" he laughed in mock of the idea and sat back in the chair. Minh remained unphased,

"I know these forests much better than you, or your men, or even the trolls. I've wandered them since I was child, and-"
"-Wandered them because no Elven village would accept you as their own, I assume?!" he roared and laughed at his own insult.
Clenching his jaw and grinding Minh responded through his teeth, "Because I am a followed of Desna. And I am not here to negotiate. I'm here to inform you that our safety is no longer in your hands. Enjoy your evening, Knight-captain." He said and turned in one fluid motion to leave. The nkgiht-Captian stood and shouted, "Stop right there! I didn't say you could leave." he moved around the desk and closed the distance between them with a few strides, stopping inches from Minh's face, which had turned to confront him.
"I didn't ask." he responded with as even a tone as he could muster. The Knight-captain sat silently brooding for a moment before sighing in frusrtation, "You're not worth my time. And niether are your friends. Get out of my sight. If I see you back here, I will brand you a traitor and cut you down myself!" he called as he went toward the desk and sat back down. Expecting to be able to say more, El'eniel was surprised to see that Minh was already gone. He ground his teeth at that, but let it go and went back to defending the city.


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Driknel was a small Kobold. He didn't have much as a child, since Kobold were low on the community rung. He had enlisted with the Bloodhands as soon as he heard about it, and was given a hand crossbow which he wielded like a light crossbow, and a small club with some scraps of leather armor that was made for a goblin. It fit loosely, but it fit. Driknel felt invincible in it. He beamed with his station, the emblem of the Bloody fist on his armor shown proudly and he always kept it shiney. He was a scout, but it was as good a position he could have wished for, and he even got to eat each night! Things were definitely improving in the last week since he joined, and tomorrow would be his first big mission! He couldn't wait!

Rolling over in his sleeping bag, he tried to quell his excitement and fall asleep. He knew he'd need it tomorrow to catch some elves in the face with his arrows.