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Niel looked over to his side when something struck him on the side of the head. A rock by the feel of it, so no need to look down at it. Instead he just smiled at Artea. "Eh. I doubt we missed em. I don't think Artur would like going out with only himself and a bunch of mages. Not sound thinking, and it would be strange if'n Artur did. Most like he had some errands that came up or something. All we can hope for is that it puts gold in our pockets. All we can do is wait for Artur here. Cause if he got delayed this long, you can be sure he'll be wanting to move out as soon as he comes back."

Niel smiled again and joined Artea over on the grass, laying down looking back at the sky. What could he say, it looked comfortable when she did it... and it reminded him of home. He speared the ground as he lay down to keep the lance standing up and at the ready and went back to looking at the clouds.

"You're lucky though. Artur good head on his shoulders. He isn't too damn headstrong. There was one time I was with another mercenary group... The Silver Moon or something to do with the stars and whatnot. Anyway, the captain hears of some bandit problems in a nearby town, they're practically sieging the town.. can't remember the name of the town for the life of me. Somewhere in western Remington. Anyway, the bandits on all the roads out and burned the bridges they couldn't man. This town got a messenger out and the cap'n got word of it. Fool charges straight in while half the company was sleeping, only rousing a few of us and never waiting for us to catch up. You know how it is, he was young and had delusions of being a hero. So the rest of us group up 'nd head out after the damned fool."

"By the time we got there, the fool had his head on a spike. He apparently made a frontal assault with the men he had. Just a handfull of tired men taking on a well fed, well rested force with flanks. Anyway, the time we get there, they want to parley with us, thinking we have some connection to them. The bandit mistakes me for the leader and gives terms of surrender. They thought the cap'n's unit was a scouting party, and our size must be enormous based on that, and they wanted to get the hell out of there before we kicked their arses. Well, ends up we... 'politely decline' the invitation and take the rest of the bandits on, eventually getting the town in order again." Niel sighed "That cap'n went and died a hero's death like he wanted, got himself a grave in that town. But tell you what, ask me, a hero's death means less than a cheat's life."