Snippet #1446857

Orik rode Ironhide, his bronto, along slowly. The several guards he had assembled following behind. He felt disturbed. Even through all of his work, and despite Ser Severia assuring him otherwise, his charge had been assassinated. Not only had he not received compensation for the ball, but he had been told that if he did not bring in the perpetrators, he would be marked as outlaw and put in prison. H had gathered several of the guards, including the large qunari and an apostate mage to assist him. But...no matter how much he thought on it, it seemed that something was wrong with his 'mission'.

His small groups of guards reached the crossroads that Severia's group would have to come to a good several hours ahead of them. He had sent one of his rogues to scout them for assurance. He stationed the warriors and the qunari just beyond the trees near the crossroads, ready to come running at his whistle. The rogues were drop from the trees, or shoot from them, either way. The apostate mage was to stay behind Orik while he charged on Ironhide. But, he told the that once the trap was sprung, not the attack until he did. Orik had a feeling...He shook his head. It was not time to question his orders. He needed the moneys. And he didn't need his neck stretched in some arl's dungeon.

"All right! Get in yer bleddy places! I do na wan ta see a whit of ya! If I can see ya, they can too." He turned to the large qun'ari standing next to him and his brough softened some as he anger subsided. "Karashok, I will need your strength. If things go badly, you may need to kill in my stead." Karashok merely nodded. There were no words necessary.

When everyone was in place, Orik sat down on Ironhide's back his ashanderei at the ready, in clear view of anyone coming up the road. If he knew Severia, she would assume he had come alone. But...he could not speak for the others of her group.