Snippet #1648583

“They’re late…” Korin mumbled to himself, folding his arms as he watched out at the edge of the encampment, carefully surveying the road for any sign of Lindell and Ferma. Although he was certain it was just the two taking their time as usual, it often concerned him whenever anyone left the encampment. Being mercenaries meant that they had made a lot of enemies over the years, and no doubt bandits would revel in the chance to capture or murder Korin’s compatriots simply to make revenge.

Of course, the two were more than capable of looking after themselves, but if a large force prepared a surprise ambush…

“Relax boss. They do this every time, so why should today be any different?” Slipping out of the shadows, Juke took up a position next to Korin, jostling him by the shoulder in a jovial manner. “Get too worked up, and a sinister fellow like myself might just take your head.”

“I have no need to worry for my own safety. Those two however…” Korin stopped short, before speaking again. “I see your point though. Still, watch duty is a necessity, and I’m quite prepared to bare that burden myself.”

Juke shrugged, striding past Korin in the direction of Remington. “Suit yourself, boss man. I’m just going to make a li’l visit into town.”

Korin nodded. “If you see Lindell –“

“Yes, yes. I’ll let them know their mother’s waiting anxiously.”

Korin didn’t change his stern expression as he watched the Tengu slowly recede into the distance, before disappearing entirely from sight.

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“Ugh, Lin, you do this every time! It’s so unprofessional!” Ferma began dragging Lindell over her shoulder, helping the archer along. She’d gotten just a bit too tipsy with the drinks she’d been having, and now little Miss Clerven was forced to carry both her and all the items they’d purchased.

“Whatta yoo talkin’ ‘bout Feeeeerrrrmmmmmaaa?” Lindell noogied the pikeman again, causing more whining and complaining from Ferma as she was forced to put up with it. Of course, Lindell wasn’t QUITE that drunk, but she was the kind to act more inebriated then she actually was, kind of like some sort of game for her.

Sauntering through the streets, drawing a number of stares, Ferma gave another long, embarrassed sigh. Sometimes it was hard to tell who the adult was and who the child was. None of that really mattered now though – they were almost at the town gate, and then it was just a brisk walk back to the base…