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#2011-06-12 03:06:06, as written by Spectrum

Vincent was groggy, agitated, filthy, tired, annoyed, hungry, tired, and, did he mention he was tired? Because he was. He was exhausted. He felt like the second they made it safely into that town—Lemur, was it?—he would drop to the ground and pass out right there in the dirt. He’d make Alastair carry him. "Don't tell anyone your real names. Don't tell anyone that King Salick is after you. If anyone asks, we are here from Cedars, a small village to the west, to join the local militia. That will allow us to keep our weapons." Just who did he think they were anyway? Of course they knew not to do those things. He would have retorted, but he was too tired for sarcasm.

"Don't tell anyone any unnecessary details, don't over elaborate. It indicates a liar. And I'd prefer if you let me do the majority of the talking." Vincent frowned at Alaistar, feeling slightly offended by the comment directed specifically towards him. Rolling his eyes, he made a flapping motion with his hand and mocked him once the older man had turned around to direct the guards standing stiff nearby.

Guards, war, and lies seemed like all they were these days. This was their life. And they didn’t even have a choice in the matter. Well, Vincent supposed he did have a bit of a choice at one point, but he never considers that since leaving his sworn brother behind to fend for himself was never really an option in his mind. He would never consider leaving Leo’s side, not for a second, and now all they had were each other. Despite all they went through now, he still wouldn’t change his mind.

The next thing Vincent knew when he phased back into the conversation, as he usually got stuck in his head and found it hard to focus on more than one thing at a time, the guard and Alastair were having a neat little conversation amongst themselves, a laugh even. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the men. "Ye' can go in! Militia barracks has temporarily been expanded into the tavern." So, just like that? They were free to go? Wait, why—militia barracks?

"Remember what Uncle Alastair said," Uncle? Oh, they were undercover. Right, right, yeah he remembered. He wasn’t as dim as Alastair apparently expected him to be. He straightened himself up to push away his exhaustion for an air of confidence as he strode by the guards and into the city of Lemur. He could tell Leo was doing the same. They both could use a nice, long nap, he knew. As they were heading towards a tavern, a ball rolled by, stopping at his feet. Vincent picked it up and looked it over, until a boy and girl ran over.

“Can we have that back please?” the little girl asked sweetly.

“Oh,” Vincent smiled warmly. “Of course. Here.” He gave it to her and they both ran off with it. He sighed once they were out of sight. They had no idea. He wished he was them. "Now let's go join the militia!" Wait. What? “Militia?” Vincent echoed, standing alongside Leo. “Why are we joining that? Isn’t that bad?”

"Do we really have to join up?" Leo asked by his side and Vincent gave him a confused look. Why would they be joining up at all? His heart beat quickened and he was suddenly more awake. There was no way he was joining! This was a set-up! Alastair was probably working for the king or something and wanted their names down as...he didn’t know! But it couldn’t lead to anything good. He glared at the back of Alastair’s head. “I’m not joining the militia!” he said loudly, pointing accusingly at him, oblivious to anyone else who may be around.

Snippet #1554334

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