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Josephine Dezantro

"I pray there is a purpose for me in this world."

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a character in “Assassin's Pledge: Awakening”, as played by KumoriRyuu

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Josephine Dezantro




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Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 135 lbs
Voice Example: Josephine

Basic Personality: Josephine Dezantro is proud, confident, stubborn, and somewhat opinionated. However, when one can look past her stubborn and opinionated views, they’ll see a deeply troubled, shy, and insecure young woman who is searching for answers. She can be somewhat childish when she doesn’t get her way, though she is making efforts to overcome that habit. She’s not incredibly trusting. And even when her trust is earned there’s always this one inescapable barrier preventing her from truly expressing herself. Her temper is quick to flare, but even so she operates with a calm, honorable mindset, never letting her emotions run rampant no matter how strongly they may burn within her heart.

Basic Background: Josephine Dezantro was born twenty summers ago to a wealthy family in Triveila. Her parents were the landowners upon whose property numerous farmers and ranchers ran their businesses. As such they were never strapped for money, and Josephine grew up with anything and everything she wanted… Except friends. Despite her loneliness, she grew up relatively happy until she turned 12 and began learning self defense and swordplay. The sword literally changed her life, and not necessarily for the better. Due to a family tragedy when she was 13, Josephine left home forever and began wandering the world searching for purpose and a life worth living. She has become a seasoned wandering warrior and bears numerous scars because of it. Starting very young in this business they were bound to happen, and each tells a story of the life of a girl who still doesn’t know what she wants or needs in life…

So begins...

Josephine Dezantro's Story

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Lonán slightly twitched when Josephine asked about a detail he left out of the story. ”Somewhat, Yes. My Grandfather knew the Leader. He said he was once someone who had the potential to turn Zankor Clan around. But someone of Noble birth did something to him that made him quickly fall to the Clan’s habits.” he explained. He then took a deep breath before continuing.

”As for the grim expression, what He never told anyone other then my grandmother and myself Miss Dezantro was that the Clan leader was sick. Wasn’t expected to see the next season. So he took the Warrior’s way out. My grandfather was grim that the circumstances made what was a rivalry to essentially for as long as that duel was, Saharan’s longest suicide note.” He said, with a Shake of his head. ”Which also left the Zankor Clan leadership vacant for the other members to squabble over for years. My grandfather knew there was no other option when the challenge was given.”

He looked as he noticed Kieran had gone up to Aetrius. ”At any rate Miss Dezantro, that’s the end of the story. Do you have one lined up and ready to go?” He asked with a small grin on his face, keeping an eye and ear on his surroundings.

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Josephine listened intently to the story, soaking in every detail.

”I see... So your grandfather was indeed an honorable warrior.” She said quietly.

”So this enemy Clan Leader who used the duel to meet his Gods. Did your grandfather ever say anything about his illness?”

She looked over her shoulder.

”Or did he not know anything about it other than he was ill?”

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Lonán shifted a bit in his saddle as Josephine asked her next question. ”Well Miss Dezantro, He never fully explained it but apparently when my grandfather examined his body he discovered some sort of, growth within the right side of his torso. Before Dawn the Zankor Leader had trouble getting up that morning because he had some sort of episode that made him vomit his supper from the night before.” Lonán said, putting on a face that looked like he was trying to remember the exact words of his grandfather.

”In the end though; whatever it was. It was something that was slowly, if it wasn’t already, killing the man. So in the end, all the Old Wolf ever did in that duel was put a sick man out of his misery. It was a fair duel in the end, between two rival clans. Such was the destinies of Zankor and Arzura clans it seems. We always seem to want to defeat one another.” Lonán said with a note of conclusion. ”I just hope the current Zankor clan leadership can just let old grudges lie, if they figured out who would be running them that is.”

He looked ahead towards Bree and one of the riders upon her. ”What say you Linde? Does the condition I just described mean anything of medical note?”

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Josephine listened and her eyes narrowed.

"Hmm." She mumbled.

Upon his question, Linde turned her head to look at Lonan.

"Without seeing the body myself I can only speculate. But if it was a growth that was found within the body then I'm inclined to believe it was natural causes. Cancer, most likely."

Josephine nodded.

"That would be my guess as well... How unfortunate... I have to wonder if your grandfather truly felt any sense of victory in such a bout." She said quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.

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Lonán listened to Linde’s opinion and nodded silently. When Josephine spoke next he adopted a somewhat of an uncertain expression. However, knowing how often The Old Wolf would most likely travel to other kingdoms to sell off some of his other wares aside from his weaponry, there’d be a good chance to run into him. ”Well, I don’t really know that answer for sure Miss Dezantro. The only person I feel that can answer that is my grandfather. And no, we don’t have to go all the way to Saharan. He’s retired from warrior life and is a Blacksmith. I think we’re getting close to the time he packs up his wares and goes on a trade caravan to sell his services. Odds are if you run into him you can ask him.” He said with a hopeful grin.

That’d be a fun thing indeed. It’d be the first time in years he’s seen the Old Wolf. He definitely would greet him the way he always would Zedar though. And Lonán might not be looking forward to a punch in the face for it. It’d devolve into an arm wrestling competition. He returned his focus back on the road. He waited to see if Josephine would share her story before they reached the Fork in the road.

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Aetrius listened to the others as they spoke of their stories and tales, and couldn't help but admit that some were indeed intriguing, and she had interest, at least it was until Lolan brought up Saharan. Her face drooped a little and she softly said, "Saharan...I haven't been back home in...years..." she said rather sadly, which resulted in Kieran to look at her sister with an equally sad look, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder for a brief moment. "It has been a while since we were last home...What, six years now...?" she asked rather redundantly, which resulted in Aetrius silently nodding. But eventually she perked up again a little and peered over her shoulder at Linde, "If you don't mind me asking...What is Cre' Est like, anyway..? I've never been there, even with all the places I've been to..." she said as she turned back to the way they were headed, a bit of a sad look remained on her face as she reminisced about Saharan, and how she actually missed home, but knew she could never go back, at least not by herself.

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Josephine only nodded as Lonan answered about his grandfather.

Meanwhile, Linde smiled at Aetri and chuckled softly.

"The capital city of Cre' Est is a very vibrant and welcoming place. There's lots to see and even more to do. I'm certain you'll enjoy your stay."

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Aetrius listened as Linde told her that she would like Cre' Est, and that it was welcoming to everyone, even her. She couldn't help but chuckle at that and shook her head, "They won't welcome someone like me...Trust me...But...Perhaps I'll like it there..." she said softly, and they kept on ahead, eventually coming up to that three way split in the road, Aetrius looked at the others and awaited for them.

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As they approached the split, Josephine veered right following the advice of the others. Since they agreed to part ways later on down the road she stayed behind Aetrius' horse as they continued with the sun going down. And then they pitched camp.

Josephine pitched her tent on the opposite side of camp from the others, wishing for a respectable distance for her sleeping space. But when it came to eating, she sat around the fire and elected to sit next to Kyero, of all people. And the entire time she tried to sneak peeks beneath his hood to see his face, but Kyero's subtle turns of his head kept her from seeing him. And it was obviously irritating her.

And as they ate, she did so in silence while the others shared small talk.

”Lonan. Do you have anymore stories about your grandfather?”

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As they made their way and continued on down the path at the three way forked path, the sun eventually began to go down, and they soon made camp in a large enough and assumed to be safe enough place for them to make camp. Once they decided to set up camp there, they unloaded their supplies, and as Rose and the others set up camp, pitching the tents and making a fire, Aetrius and Kieran agreed to go hunting for dinner. Aetrius grabbed her bow and hunting knife, and took off with Kieran into the woods, in search of food. They made their way rather deep into the woods when Kieran spoke softly to Aetrius, "How long have you been with them..? The group, I mean? And, what was her name again, Linde?" she questioned as she stayed behind the one with a bow, Aetrius nodded silently as they proceeded through the forest in search for food.

They crouched low behind a rather large rock, "I've been with them for a few weeks now...About a month now, I believe? I originally met them in Atlum, helped a village, and then...Kind of went to Veilbrand when I heard you were there..." she said softly, voice growing a bit soft as she spoke of the later. "I found the man that hurt you, Kieran...I made him pay...and Linde? Heh, what she did to him...Would have even made mom proud. And as for when we got together...Only a few weeks ago." she turned back and examined the surroundings, still no sign of any game around. Kieran listened to Aetrius tell of her time in Atlum with the others and how she found her assailant and what happened to him, and how their mother would have been proud, she chuckled and nodded, "I'm sure mother would have been proud of what you and Linde did...Thank you, Aetrius...I'm...I'm just happy to see you...I've missed you.." she said softly, as she looked down and gently placed her hand on Aetrius' and gently squeezed it, which Aetrius only did in return. She was about to answer, but a noise came off from in the distance, as they peered over their hiding spot, they spotted a massive buck, slowly making its way through the forest. Aetrius readied her bow and kept her eye trailing it as the deer slowly made its way past them, she slowly rose up, and let the arrow loose, watching as it tagged the deer by piercing its hind leg and it took off as well as it could, with an obvious limp.

The two girls nodded at each other and took off after it, following the blood trail at a decent pace, making sure to remember where they came from and where they were headed. Eventually they arrived at a clearing, where the deer was clearly slowing down as they saw plenty of blood puddles and patches all around, Aetrius readied another arrow and watched as it pierced the deer's heart and the buck fell over, its last breath exiting its mouth as it crumbled to the ground. Aetrius nodded at Kieran and they both made their way to the deer, Aetrius retrieved her arrow from the door, and they picked it up and made their way back to where the others were. As they made their way back to the camp, they had only been gone for about an hour, at maximum at least two. But they dropped the deer on the table and Kieran began prepping the other food as Aetrius began her work on the deer.

The others were talking, setting the tent up, and what not, as Aetrius took out her hunter's knife and began to make swift and easy work of the deer, its pelt and skin came off like as if they were nothing, and she tossed it to Kieran for her to clean it and prepare it for selling later on when they arrived at Cre' Est. But after that, that is where Aetrius' skills with hunting shone through, she make a quick and swift swipe on the deer's belly, and its guts slowly poured out, after she removed the entrails and blood and gore, she gave them to Kieran as well, as Saharan's never waste product from an animal, as well as they could make simple and delicious meals with the liver and stomach. Once Aetrius was finished cutting the meat into pieces and sections, she put aside what they'd be using for tonight, and then put the rest in salt so it would be kept preserved for a later date. She gathered some spices, herbs, vegetables, and some eggs and made a simple meal of venison, eggs, and vegetables. She portioned it out to the others when it was done, and took a plate for herself and took a seat on one of the logs next to Linde and listened as Linde asked if Lolan had wanted to share another story.

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Lonán was sitting across from Kyero, and slightly glared at the red eyed demon for stealing the newcomer’s attention, however he also knew this meant if she saw what was underneath the hood, the mother of all misunderstandings would occur. At Linde’s question he gave a large smile. ”Do I ever. Being in a Warrior Clan means you have to know a good chunk of your family history.” He answered, ”Let me tell you about his assistance to the group of warriors deeply devoted to Heresta. This is the tale of the Iron Wolf, and the Lionesses of Heresta. ‘Twas almost a year after his fight with Zankor Clan...”

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The Iron Wolf had received word of a Group of Warriors known as The Lionesses of Heresta in need of extra help with a dangerous hunt. He arrived at the village they had stopped at on horseback. He approached the Inn, dusting his travel clothes as he entered. He walked silently towards the bar and tapped with his knuckles. “Icefire, pint glass, throw a dash of scotch in it.” He ordered as the bartender got to work on his drink, he heard several chuckles as he turned and saw several women in different sets of armor in different sets of fighting styles.

“That’s a Baby drink if we’ve ever heard of it.” Said one woman. “I bet ten doesn’t come close to what Sigrun Drinks. We nickname it ‘Strong Shit’.”

Magnus’ eyebrow twitched. They did not just challenge him and his favorite beverage and attempt to get away with it! He slammed a gold coin on the table. “Make it eleven!” He shouted as he got onto a spare table, “Bring this woman before me and we’ll see who outdrinks who!” Then he watched as one of the women stood up, and approached him. She sat before him and gave a friendly smile.

“Any stakes? How about I win you give me your name.” She said with a slight smirk and a wink. Magnus’ face darkened. “I doubt I’ll lose, cause the stuff I drink? Really is strong stuff.”

“If I win however Miss Sigrun?” That Question was received with a strong hand grasping the collar of his tunic.

“Call me miss and I’ll suplex you into next week stranger. I am the Eldest daughter of the Leader of the Lionesses of Beloved Heresta, so don’t ‘Miss’ Me!” She shouted angrily. “Brunhild! Bring two pints of scotch and pour the glass of vodka in each one!” Thus the drinking contest known in Arzura family history known as ‘The Great Drink off’ began. Magnus drank his ten and Sigrun drank her first. Magnus began to look like he was beginning to regret his decision.

“I lost... I don’t think I can hold it, I’m Magnus Arzura...can you ask one of your friends to bring me a bucket Miss-“ He was grabbed the moment Miss was heard, as the Lionesses began to panic.

“Sigrun! That’s the Iron Wolf!” They all shouted.

“Well he shouldn’t ‘Miss’ me!” Was all Magnus heard when he was suddenly suplexed onto the table with a crash.


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”He woke up the next day with Sigrun sitting next to his bedside with a very sorry look on her face. Then they joined forces and hardly left each other’s side for a long time. Until Grandmother died when I was ten. You see, this story is how The Old Wolf met my grandmother. She was a fierce warrior, and a good teacher, and grandmother. I still believe to this day since the day of her death, the Old Wolf misses her greatly.” He concluded, with a sad laugh and a big smile on his face, recalling the time he spent with Her.

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Linde, upon seeing Aetrius bring back the deer, skin it, gut it, and prepare it, lost some of the color in her face and had to excuse herself as she began urping. She never lost anything from her stomach, but she came close.

Meanwhile, as Lonan began his story he had garnered a specific individual's undivided attention all the way to the final word.

"Ooohhh..." Josephine whispered.

"So your grandmother was a Lioness of Heresta? I've heard of their group, but I've never had the pleasure of meeting or sparring with them myself. Do you know your grandmother's style well enough to demonstrate some of their techniques?" She asked with a slight twinkle in her eyes.

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”To answer your first question Miss Dezantro, yes she was. She was the Daughter of Cinder Gray, The Leader of the Lionesses at the time. The Eldest to be specific.” Lonán answered as he began to stand up slowly. ”And I watched her several times to learn some of her basic moves, as well as her signature, however I will demonstrate the basic techniques.”


He walked a few paces but stayed in the firelight. ”So, for your viewing pleasure, I give you, the Desert Lion’s Fist.” He said, as he got into a stance and began to demonstrate several strikes and blocks, recalling how Sigrun demonstrated the proper stance and basic unarmed techniques for the purposes of self defense. She wanted to ensure not only was he good with the blade like his Grandfather and Father, but that his very body, his very fists would be a weapon should he be without either.

The movements lasted for a good four and a half minutes. By the time he stopped he got back into the ready stance of the technique. ”And that is the basics of my Grandmother’s style. I’ve been trying to make my own style by meshing it along with my Grandfather’s sword style together but I’ve not Figured out how well they could cohesively meld.” He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Josephine watched intently as Lonan demonstrated the movements of his grandmother's style, taking careful consideration to his wounded shoulder. She studied each and every motion carefully, and sat up in her chair as he finished.

"A fine display, Sir. Arzura."

She placed her chin in her hand in thought.

"I believe I understand a little better the way your grandmother must have fought." She said under her breath.

She glanced to Lonan once again.

"And what of your grandfather's blade style? Could you demonstrate that as well?"

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Lonán, at hearing what Josephine suggested next, walked over and grasped his sword before heading back to where he was, drawing the blade out of it’s scabbard. ”It is a Family tradition, to pass down the blade style from one generation to the next, Starting from the founder of my clan, The Berserker, all the way down to the present day to me. It’s name, The Azure Wolf Style.”

He then demonstrated the stance used when fighting with the blade, as well as the the proper use of holding the blade for the style, especially the less dominant hand holding it with only his thumb and first two fingers, with his other two on the pommel. ”This type of grip, allows for a little more of a pivot when controlling the blade swings.” He explained as he demonstrated it with a few swings of the blade. ”I can show no more other then the basics. For if you want to know more, well, you’d have to be a part of the Clan.” He ended with a chuckle and returned the blade to it’s sheath. “I trust that is satisfactory to your curiosity Miss Dezantro?” he shifted his shoulders a bit, to shake off a small bit of pain in his injured shoulder. He also didn’t want to demonstrate anything else due to said shoulder.

He feared Linde’s anger on that subject.

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Josephine observed his movements intently, committing them and the unusual grip to memory as she considered the possibilities of the grip's technical differences from the standard grip.

"It will do for now." She said calmly, leaning back in her chair after finishing her meal.

"Another thought occurred to me just now."

"Sir Arzura. Tell me, if you please... Did you ever in your entire life question the foundation of what you were taught with respect to combat?"

Meanwhile, Linde was recovering from the nausea and sat back down next to Aetrius. She was getting a little sleepy, but didn't wish to show it. Instead, she simply leaned against Aetrius and rested her head on her shoulder.

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Lonán paused a moment at the question. Did he at one point in his life question the lessons he was taught? Did he question the very thing he was raised to be good at? He took a deep breath as he smiled a bit. ”After my Grandmother died, I wondered why she even bothered to teach me what she knew with the time she had left. I asked The Old Wolf what the point of even learning the life of a warrior shortly after that. I expected him to not answer and make me do a stance and hold it for long hours on end. But instead, he took me to his forge, and placed me on his knee. I remember the day well. His green eyes seemed to have the same steel his younger days held.” Lonán explained. He then took a seat nearest to Josephine as he prepared to explain further.

”He told me this; ‘The Life of a Warrior, whether or not you choose to accept it is a part of your blood. It’s not an easy road. One day you will find something to fight for. I hope on that day, you understand.’ Well, the day came as I forged and shaped my sword at eighteen. I understood that what they were teaching me was how to stand on my own two feet. To continue the Legacy of the Clan the way I deemed fit, whether or not the Old Wolf decides to give me the Berserker’s helm, and place the same burdens he bared when he was my age.” He continued, ”Whatever path I chose, I would always remember my Clan, my family. And if I survived long enough to have a family of my own, I’d pass on that Legacy to them. That is my foundation. That was the point I questioned.”

He then stared at the fire, lacing his fingers together taking deep breaths. He never opened up about how he felt about his upbringing, and the experience he gained from earning that grain of wisdom from Magnus. This was a new experience for him. And it made his heart drum the same beat it took earlier this morning.

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Josephine scooted her seat slightly away from Lonan as he sat down to give herself some more space, but still maintained polite eye contact as much as she could while he spoke.

”I see...” She said quietly.

She then looked Lonan directly in the eyes with a calm, serious expression.

”... You said from your grandfather to you... But what of your father?... Is not he the next in line, or is he no longer with you?"” She asked softly, trying hard not to stoke any fires.

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Lonán visibly tensed at the question. His father. He didn’t even tell Aetrius the extent of his father and what his actions have done to undo chances of him being in the military. He tried to look for Any familiar friendly face but it seemed they, along with Kieran and rose, had gone to bed. Lonán took a deep breath and tried to find the right words to say. The words that had to be said. The words he wanted to say.

”My Father. Baldur. You have a sharp wit Miss Dezantro. My father is still alive but, he chose to reject his candidacy. That was his choice of punishment for disgracing himself before the Clan. I want to say good things about him but, his actions make it difficult for me to forgive him.” he said quietly. ”Now instead there are two potential candidates. My Father’s Twin Brother, my Uncle Zedar, who’d be a better choice should anything happen to the Old Wolf, or Myself. I feel however, there’s A long way to go before I feel worthy enough to say I am a potential candidate. My recent actions in defending a village in Cre’est should have reached their ears though, laying some groundwork.”

He stared at the fire and then looked at her with a small smile. ”What I hope to find though, is the strength to look my father in the eye and just forget he ever did anything wrong.” He said with a quiet, sad tone.

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Josephine listened intently, never looking away or saying a word to interrupt him as he finished his relation of the situation to her.

When it was over, she closed her eyes and subtly dipped her head.

”I understand.” She said quietly.

She opened her eyes and looked at the fire.

”... Honor is a frail thing. Easily damaged, and even more easily broken. To hold it close without it shattering is a near impossible feat, even for some of the greatest warriors our world has ever seen. They've all had several moments in their lives where they felt they'd lost or at least damaged their honor... I'm certain of it.”

She began speaking more softly, almost on a whisper, as if just talking to herself.

”Sometimes I wonder if my own honor remains in tact... For some, being able to tell if they remain on the path of honor and glory is a near impossible feat in and of itself. Is it possible to judge for oneself whether or not you remain in honorable mention among your ancestors or peers?”

Her eyes began to darken.

”... Do some of us even still deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence as the word 'honor'?” She asked quietly.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for the duration before opening them again on the exhale and turning her head to once again look Lonan in the eyes.

”I feel what you search for, Sir Arzura, is not 'strength', but reason. You're looking for a reason to look your father in the eye, forgive and forget, and move on. After all, what he's done can never be undone or erased from the history of your clan. It will always be the black mark that defines his legacy. But that doesn't mean he's without hope or a future... But does he see that himself yet, I wonder?”

The final question was more aloud to herself than to Lonan as she'd looked at the fire while saying it.

”Perhaps if he forgives himself and finds a way to move into a future worth living, you'll find what you seek.” She said, looking back to him.

”Regardless, I hope you find what you're looking for. Now, if you'll please excuse me. I'm going to bed.”

She stood up and gave him a soft bow of her head before walking to her tent and disappearing within leaving Lonan to think about her words.

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Lonán was astonished. Her words carved into what he had said about his father far deeper then he ever imagined any weapon would on the subject. The fact that Josephine viewed what he was looking for as far as his father was not the strength, but for the reason made his stance on his father shake ever so slightly. Who was this woman? Why did her words stab into him, and why did her very presence made his heart Hammer like a drum?

He’d have to ask Linde tomorrow. But for now he could only call out, ”Good night, Miss Dezantro.” before tending the fire and preparing to head to his own tent , but not before looking at the only other observer still up, to whom Lonán only gave a small nod to to bid him goodnight, no other words were said as Lonán stretched his back and headed inside to do a self check on his shoulder before sleeping the night away.

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The night had passed by all too quickly for the whole group yet again, as the sun had slowly begun to rise above the horizon. Aetrius slowly began to stir from her recent daily reaction of being woken up early by the sunlight, but she remained in her half awake half asleep phase as she remained in her position of cuddling Linde. But as she went to close her eyes yet again as sleep was all but too tempting, an all too familiar sound began to slowly make its way towards them again, resulting in Aetrius quickly getting out of her spot and began to put on her armor and weapons by her side as she listened to the sound, metal on metal, countless of footsteps, and horses. Her heart began to sank as she could only think of one thing, the people from Veilbrand managed to find them after all.

She held her weapon by the grip, and slowly began to exit the tent, as she motioned for Linde to stay inside out of pure instinct. As she exited, she saw that the others had the same instinct and idea and decided to get out while they could instead of being lying ducks. But what was there surprised Aetrius, it was a group of heavily armed soldiers equally armed with heavy weapons, and crests on their armor Aetrius couldn't recognize. She glared at them as they slowly enclosed the space between their encampment and the road. Aetrius looked at Kieran who stood by her as well, "Kieran, who are these men...? I don't recognize the symbol..." she said softly and casually, Kieran gritted her teeth and held her weapon closer to her body as she recognized them, "Yes...They're Egruus, The Dictator's men, he sends them out fairly regularly just to keep an eye on things. And to make sure no one is causing any trouble. As long as we leave them alone, and pose no threat, we should be fine. Just don't do anything brash." she said softly. Aetrius nodded ever so slightly and kept her eyes trailed on the men as she conversed with Kieran quietly, "How do you know them and I don't..?" Kieran slowly looked down and away, then back up as she spoke with a saddened voice, "When we were first seperated, and I was taken from the city where you were, me and the slavers ran into them...Clearly I'm fine, but they're not good news, I'll tell you that much.." she said.

Aetrius gripped her weapon tighter by the hilt as she listened, "So you've been to Cre' Est before, then..." her voice was slightly angered, as she realized how far and wide Kieran had been transported, the realization making her sick. "Yes..For..Business purposes in the past...I'm sorry.." her voice dipped a bit, as shame and memories came back in waves, which resulted in Aetrius gently squeezing her hand, she peered over at Kyero, "So, what do we do then, Kyero...?" she said as she awaited her orders.

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The next morning, Kyero glanced to the side to observe the soldiers as they approached from down the road on their patrol. He kept his hood down, but remained seated on his tree stump. Linde, meanwhile, stayed beside Aetrius after waking up groggily and holding her arm to her chest.

”Just let them pass.” He said quietly.

The minutes ticked by as the soldiers passed through and disappeared over the hill.

Kyero sighed.

"Good."

Josephine emerged from her tent fully dressed and prepared to travel.

"Good morning, everyone... What did I miss?" She asked innocently.

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Aetrius listened as Kyero said to just let them pass, and so she did, but that didn't stop her from staring them down all the while until they had gotten far enough away again. She was only shaken out of her state as she felt her arm being pulled by something, then the feeling of warmth and something soft. Aetrius couldn't help but stiffen up at the contact and as she peered to look over to see who and what her arm was against, she felt her face turn a bright pink as to what was before her. Just remain calm, all is right with the world. This is okay, this...is...Holy Heresta save me..., she thought to herself as she could only helplessly stand there with her arm in Linde's dead arm lock. Kieran looked over and chuckled as she walked away, "Might as well just get a room, you two." she chuckled and began to prepare food for the group with Rose's help as they'd be heading out again. Aetrius shot Kieran a sharp and deadly glare, and then looked back as Josephine as what she had missed.

Aetrius was only able to chuckle, but not in a good way, how she managed to over sleep through the sound of soldiers and never mind be so carefree about it, annoyed her a bit as her left eyebrow twitched. "A whole group of soldiers just passed through here. What's more worrisome is that you slept through it, and didn't seem to notice." she said rather sharply and coldly, as she looked at the blood haired woman that stood across from her.

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”Hmm...”

She looked out to the path and saw the footprints.

”I suppose I did.”

She shrugged and gathered all of her belongings, folded up her tent, and tossed all of it into the saddlebags on her horse's saddle. She checked her blade in its sheath and hopped into the saddle.

”Are we good to move on?”

Linde was still in her night gown and half asleep holding Aetri's arm between her bewbs and blinked lazily.

”Do we have to leave right noooooow?” She grumbled.