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Eulalius was quite surprised that no more soldiers had come to aid what had obviously sounded like a call of attack.

Though, to Eulalius' dismay, his original thought was wrong.

The soldiers that were now coming didn't seem to be in any hurry whatsoever to get to their destination, and Eulalius was almost certain a few of them were drunk, their armor splattered with bits of foodstuffs and a fluid that was several shades of brown.

This encounter had Eulalius much more outnumbered than last time, and Eulalius decided to rely on skills of deception rather than combat.

Removing a helmet from one of the corpses, he dragged both of the corpses into the closest tent to him, leaving a rather thick blood trail. Much to his luck, the tent was empty- for the time being, anyway.

Eulalius snatched off his hat and placed the heavy iron helmet onto his head, finding a nice seat on the corpse he had taken the helmet from.
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As Eulalius had expected, several of the guards followed the blood trail into the tent where he was. They asked no verbal questions, the look on their faces said it all.

'Wot'? Can't a man git' dress'd in is arm'r in peace?' Eulalius purposely slurred his speech in an effort to sound drunk, which was easily audible even through the thick grill of the helmet.

One of the guards made a gesture towards the bodies laying on the floor.

'Ah, these two ruffians were out 'ere fightin', they were. 'ad to stop the banter, of course. Gave ol' Izad a bleedin' nose, too!'

At that statement, one of the guards chuckled. The others remained stalwart and silent, glaring at him with their almost ghostly visages. There was a long and awkward pause, but finally they left, one of the guards bading him to clean the mess up.

Eulalius smiled as he pulled off the helmet and replaced it with his hat.

Well played, dear boy! He thought as he silently pulled the tent flap open and stepped back out into the open, the group of guards now nowhere to be seen as they continued their patrol through the camp.

Now I just need to find Evin in this godforsaken place an- Ella! Eulalius shuddered as he realized that his companion was not behind him as he thought she was. He darten around the nearest wall-nothing. Not a soul, not even a guard.

But a muffled cry could be heard from nearby, and Eulalius tracked the sound to its source..

..it was Ella, a guard subduing her with the raw weight of his armor.

Eulalius panicked and acted on instinct, charging at the closer guard- whome was laughing at the sight of a helpless gurl and not paying Eulalius any mind- without any weapons drawn.

He tackled the man, pinning him up against the wall before yanking off his own helmet and using it to beat the man in the head a few times.

Turning around, Eulalius worried that Ella's fragile bones may soon crack under the weight they were enduring. He needed to get that guard off of her, as quickly and efficiently as possible.

He used what was avaliable at that very second, and threw the helmet as hard as he could at the guard that held Ella, hoping more to stun him than hurt him. He then charged at this guard, withdrawing his unloaded crossbow and swung the thing wildly-handle first- when he was close enough.