"Ah, yes, I suppose I will allow Tyrothane choose for himself, as this choice concerns him most." Abbas said, finally coming to a conclusion.
"Thank you, Sire," he breathed.
The young knight straightened feeling elated at the fact that his King had relented. Obviously the man knew what Ty would choose. A sigh of relief filled him and the barest of smiles brushed across his lips as he relaxed, head falling forward a bit with his eyes closing. Taking a breath he looked up and noted that the man was already heading towards the doors of the clinic. He quickly reached behind himself and grabbed his shirt. Tugging it over his head, he stood up, adjusting the soft leather and retying to fit his frame again.
"Hey," Nameia called, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving so quickly, "Just remember you're cursed, don't forget that. You're to come back in here every few hours when you can spare it so I can get more information on what's ailing you. In the meantime I'll be working on a spell to rid you of what the caster put on you. Just keep in mind that you could be in danger, or you could be dangerous to Lord Abbas. Got it?"
Ty looked down at her, pausing in his hasty attempt to dress and follow after his King. He swallowed dryly as she spoke to him. Yes, he would have to be extra careful when it came to serving Abbas. The last thing he wanted was to become the one that attacked the man. He felt a sour taste in his mouth and winced slightly.
"Yes, thank you," he said, nodding his head to acknowledge what Nameia had told him and turned to leave the room.
Behind him he could hear the woman's voice as she huffed, "Yeah, you better be careful. I wouldn't carry any weapons if I were you!" She called as he left.
Tyrothane shook his head, what a ridiculous request he thought with a frown. How would he protect the man if he had no weapons? The young knight sighed. His first order of business was to accompany Abbas to where ever the man decided to go, make sure he was safe and then commission some knights to find his gauntlet while he picked up some new weapons from the armory.
He left the medical ward and caught sight of Abbas speaking to the cook someways down the hall. He quickened his pace and soon found his normal place at the tall man's right side. He'd missed most of the conversation but when he had gotten close enough, he heard something rather disturbing.
"No, Sire, I don' believe ya understand. You watched yer knight stab 'em. But, even a stab through the heart is somethin' that can be helped. He just died now. But, not before saying somethin'. We don't know what it means. It ain't a word that I've ever come across. 'Tributum' he said." the cook was saying.
Ty listened with an eyebrow raised up. So, he hadn't killed the Captain in that single strike. Of course, Tyrothane wasn't all too surprised about it seeing as the burly man had always been rather resilient to just about anything. The young body guard wouldn't expect anything less of the man who'd taught him all about swordsmanship when he'd first joined the knights. There was a bitter taste in his mouth again at the thought that the man had been planning to kill Lord Abbas. Ty's fingers curled into fists as he stood there for a moment, waiting for them to finish conversing. How blind he was...
Abbas gave a curt nod to the man when the cook was done and turned on his heel. Tyrothane followed him his brows furrowed as he was deep in thought with what he'd heard from the heavy set cook. Tributum... what is that... why does it sound so... he looked up to Abbas as they strode down the hall, "Sire, Tributum. Have you read it in any of the submitted papers that the council sends to you? It sounds more like a principle or rule. You know you should be reading those, the council is full of rats," he said with a bit of a frown as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Abbas.