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Frey Albion

"Catch me if you can!"

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a character in “Falling Into Your Arms”, as played by ColorsOfTheHeart

Description

Name: Frey Albion

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, he doesn't really care about gender.

Appearance:
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Frey has long blue hair thats usually tied up in a neat pony tail, his bangs are a wild mess but never cover his eyes. His eyes are the same blue as his hair. He's decently tall at 5' 10" and weighs about 114lbs. He has lean build that shows no muscle at all, if he needed to he could easily disguise himself as a girl. He wears a simple outfit as not to attract attention to himself, save for his tattered blue cloak.

Personality: Frey is confident almost to the point of arrogance. He believes that nothing and nobody can stop him. He's very playful and loves to tease people, usually to the point of pissing them off. He's cocky and likes to add his own personal flair to things, making everything a game. He doesn't take things seriously, instead faces them with a smile and a joke. He always finds the good in a situation, even if its as simple as, he's alive. He's incredibly stubborn and refuses to give up, even in a hopeless situation.

When he finds someone he likes he becomes very affectionate and gets jealous easily. Frey gets excited and happy over the simplest things and always strives to bring a smile to someone's face. Despite his happy, slightly annoying nature, when it comes to life or death situations he's surprisingly serious. If its to avoid getting captured, he's already steeled himself to the thought of ending his own life. He'd much sooner die than face capture. While Frey likes to be around people, he dislikes human contact it makes him cringe and his skin crawl.

Likes: Money
Making people smile
Laughter
A sucessful steal
Annoying people to point that they want to kill him
Food

Dislikes: Nobles
Seeing people cry
Losing
Fame
Poisons
Cages, cells, anything that takes away his freedom.

Skills: Frey specializes in stealth, picking locks, and finding and disabling traps. He's also good at quick assissination like battles. He knows how to survive off the land and how to smooth talk his way through a situation. He also has really good aim.

Weapon(s) and Tools: Frey's main weapon is a dagger strapped to his lower back. He also has a pack of throwing knives strapped to his upper back, underneath his clothing so it is hidden, he can reach them through the collar of his shirt. In his right boot is a lock picking kit, in his left there are more throwing knives. In a small pouch he carries there is a small amount of money, the rest is hidden safely in the capital, some healing herbs, and some dried meat just in case he can't find any game.

Strengths: Frey is fast, light on his feet, and has nimble fingers and a light touch. He's great at dodging and avoiding attacks. He's got good eyes and ears, which is helpful for both hunting and thieving. He's also very graceful in everything he does. Whether it be walking, or stealing, or whatever.

Weaknesses: Frey lacks physical strength and stamina. He can't run for long periods of time. He gets cold easily and numb fingers are really bad when you're trying to steal something. His hands are his life, damage one and you've basically rendered him useless. He also has pretty much no pain tolerance because he usually never gets hit.

Fears: Frey is terrified of fire, candles don't bother him, but around any flame bigger than that he gets really uncomfortable. Around large blazes his brain will literally stop working and he'll just stand there staring blankly at it. He is also afraid of getting captured, which is why he's already come to terms with ending his own life if needed. He knows the kind of horrible things that happen to thieves in captivity, most of them beg for execution because of what happens to them.

History: Frey was born and raised in the capital. Growing up his family was always poor, with a sickly mother and father working all the time it fell on Frey as the only son to take care of his three sisters. Everything was happy, despite their lack of money, until the day Frey's mother died. In his grief, Frey's father left a candle burning all night. It set fire to their home. Frey was the only one to escape. With no one to go to, Frey had to rely on his natural grace and quick hands to steal, just so he could survive. As he grew older he became a better and better thief earning himself quite the reputation in the capital. And now he has to flee his home because of the bounty on his head and the knight at his heels.

So begins...

Frey Albion's Story

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Frey lazed on his belly near the edge of one of the cliffs. Being careful to keep his cloak away from edge, in case it gave him away. The warmth of the rock and the sun were making him sleepy. To anyone who saw he would look rather cat-like, dozing in the sun as he was.

He was watching the knight below him, the one that had been chasing him for the past year. Though you couldn't tell he was a knight because of his lack of armor. On the flip side he was easy to pick out of a crowd because of bright red hair. "Like I'm one to talk." Frey thought as he fingered his own long blue hair.

It suddenly dawned on Frey that he didn't know the knight's name, though the knight most likely knew his. For the past year he had been simply referring to him as 'the knight'. He made a mental note to ask him as soon as he could. "Which is right now. I'm faster than him and have the higher ground, I could easily get away if things go bad."

Slowly and quietly Frey moved his arms from their place underneath his chin and pushed himself up off the ground. Just as quietly and slowly he got his knees underneath him. Before getting to his feet he checked his weapons, making sure that everything was in place and not stuck in their sheaths. Then he rose to his feet in a graceful manner and yawned as he woke himself up. He took a few steps forward so he was at the very edge of the cliff and waved his arms to get the knight's attention. "Hey, Mr. Knight, I never got your-" Before he could get the last word out there the ground below him shifted.

He had underestimated the strength of the cliff's edge, though he was light the ground still couldn't hold his weight. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late, the ground below his right foot crumbled. He wheeled his arms as he tried to regain his balance, but it didn't work. He gave an involuntary startled cry as he slipped and found himself falling off the edge of the cliff.

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There was twenty-four hours in a day, seven days in a week, on average four weeks in a month and twelve months in a year. It had been an entire year since he had left Tal Castle, left his King, his father, his family and all civilisation he had known and grew up with, all because of a cunning thief that he had underestimated. Back home, the days went quickly as it was all routine upon waking up to do training, to go on patrol, sparring with other knights and once a week attending council with the King where important orders were given based on the letters he had recieved from the capital and surrounding villages. However, ever since he had left home, the days had dragged that a year seemed like a lifetime. The only moments that seemed to be quicker was when he was catching up with the thief, causing him to kick into action again before the thief managed to get away.

There was, under no circumstances, even a possibility of returning home. He would not, could not and should not return home in failure. He had sworn when he first trained with his father, that no matter how long it took for him to be a knight, that he would keep training and keep training on his path to be a knight, to be a warrior. He was a knight now, but that didn't mean he could give up, for despite being a knight, the path was not yet over. As much as he would love to go back home, he knew he could not till the thief was apprehended and boy did that thief going to get it when he gets caught for taking all his precious time away. Nevertheless, though the year had been long, the capital no longer had to deal with the wanted well known thief so that was something to be proud of, as well as the various other places they had passed where the thief tried to carry on, so even though the time felt like failure, he succeeded somewhat.

All that remained was the capture which would be imminent. The chase continued on and on, city to city, but eventually the thief would slip up, for the more and more times Rowan caught up with him and tried to catch up, Rowan was beginning to learn more and more to make sure that past mistakes were not repeated, so that a time he could escape from him would no longer be viable as Frey Albion become more and more transparent after each encounter. It was only a matter of time, time that Rowan couldn't wait for as his chase caused him to enter the Cliffs of Raiker with Frey up ahead...somewhere. Now Rowan believed he had caught him and had him cornered as he entered proudly feeling his mission was accomplished, even though it hadn't happened yet. Somewhere Frey was around and could see him, so if such would be the case, he would see him stride as a knight does. Sure a year had taken a toll, but he was still who he was and not a guy to mess with either.

Suddenly upon his march, he heard a noise from above as he cautiously looked to his left, before his surveillance led him to where Frey was standing and waved his arms to him, clearly full of ego with how he has avoided him thus far, "Hey, Mr.Knight, I never got your-", the thief began before the ground he stood upon began to fall apart and drop. Sure Rowan had made a bad choice in underestimating him at the start which led to all this, but now he had made a mistake to enter the cliffs, so now his mistake would be Rowan's gain, just like Rowan's mistake had been Frey's gain as Frey then fell from the cliff towards him. Rowan moved his left leg back a little for support as soon as he was in position as he then caught him, quite literally. Sure it had taken awhile which he wouldn't say out loud as such would only feed his ego, but then again he had no use for it as Rowan wasted no time in using the hold he had on him and positioning him on the ground, using his weight to hold him down, such being his advantage.

"I believe you were saying that you never got my arrest, well here it is", which he sent bluntly as he tied his hands infront of him, knowing from previous chases of how he reached for his back so he wasn't going to make that mistake again, especially when the situation was certainly in his favour. For an extra precaution, he turned to tie his feet also so he couldn't strike him that way, at least till he calms down and accepts his situation and allow him to stand again to see how confident Frey was now. Now for the moment Rowan had been waiting for, "For the crimes you have committed in the city of Tal with the numerous thefts, you are hereby charged and will be tried for your crimes and under my personal escort back to Tal. It is highly advised you do not try to escape, either way you will return even if I have to drag you all the way", pulling off a thin smile, before asking, "Anything to say", which he expected would be yes, now that his game was over.

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One moment, Frey was in the air, the next he landed with enough forced to knock the wind out of him. Carefully he opened his eyes, somewhere between falling and landing he had closed them. He been ready for death's imbrace, or the searing pain of bones being broken as he managed to stay alive. But all he got was airless lungs. A surge of panic went through him when he saw that he was in the arms of the knight. He struggled uselessly as he was pinned to the ground, the knight was much stronger than him, it was obvious by the muscles that could be seen through his shirt.

"I believe you were saying that you never got my arrest, well here it is" A sacastic reply was on Frey's tongue, but he was still trying to regain his breath and could not answer. His hands were tied in front of him, Frey had to give the knight some points on intelligence for that, and shortly after his feet were too. "For the crimes you have committed in the city of Tal with the numerous thefts, you are hereby charged and will be tried for your crimes and under my personal escort back to Tal. It is highly advised you do not try to escape, either way you will return even if I have to drag you all the way"

Frey's blood went cold when he finally got enough oxygen to his brain to understand the situation. He had been captured. Well he'd just have to make sure that he didn't make it to the capital, one way or another. "Anything to say"

Frey was still on his back, he slowly sat up and curled his legs underneath him. He knew his eyes were wide, he was terrified right now. He took a deep breath to calm himself and prepare for what he was about to do. With lightning fast speed he reached his hands into his left boot, where some of his throwing knives were, and caught hold of one. With that same speed he pressed the knife against his own throat, ready to end his own life if it meant avoiding capture. One more deep breath, then he closed his eyes and tensed the muscles in his arms, a split second away from dying.

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Though Rowan was a proud and respected Knight, especially being among the King's best, Rowan was not a hard guy to associate with. What of course puts him at a disadvantage from time to time was the locking away of his emotions so they do not influence his judgement, though Rowan prefers to believe that he merely puts his emotions on the backshelf so that what is seen on the outside is his authority, while on the inside is his true emotional self. If taking into account the human body, if the entire kingdom was the body with the King as the body's head, then clearly the Knights were the heart that kept the body together. Many aspired to becomes Knights of the realm but only those who had dedicated themselves and trained continuously reached such a priviledged and proud position as Rowan had.

Empathy was the ability to put a person in the other person's shoes. Though Rowan does not show his feelings on the outside as his obedience and duty were clear enough to show how he felt of his position and his kingdom, his overwhelming desire to become a Knight was not only to continue what had become a tradition of his family and of course the honor and respect that came with such a position, but that he was in a position to protect the vulnerable who could not defend themselves, to keep those he loved safe and also those who others loved. As part of his duties, such required him to kill even if he hates to do such, but he only does such if it is the only way as he is well aware that even a single death affects more than one life, regardless of whether the person was good or bad.

With this in mind, Rowan thought about Frey and wondered what had caused him to be a thief in the first place, to steal from vulnerable people and cause the people of Tal discomfort and insecurity. It was clear by his actions that such offended Rowan despite him not being a direct victim by the fact his act had harmed the people he had vowed to protect, but he remains vigiliant and open-minded, curious as to why as he tried to decipher what was going on in Frey's mind as he remained silent as he tied him up. There was some shruggle involved but he believed that Frey had accepted his circumstances as he laid there, before sitting up and all of a sudden, reaching down to his boot which instantly caused Rowan to stop him, which he did by biting his arm to cause the knife to fall on the floor, which Rowan then moved away moments after.

Sure Rowan may be a Knight and excelling at the art of the sword and training strategically for battles, but when it came to missions such as these where you could not and would not fail, then any means necessary to ensure the mission a success would be used. The King had ordered him to be brought back alive to be tried, so under no circumstances was he going to allow him to kill himself. However, keeping in mind Frey's position, he probably thought it was over already, though if he was in his shoes, he probably would take his chances on the road since they had come a long way away from Tal in the past year, so there could be a chance to escape. Course being him, he'd be making sure such a chance does not happen. He had spent a year hunting him and chasing him, so he certainly was not going to let him have another year.

With the knife in his custody, he forcefully used his feet to pull his legs out while his arms lifted his body so that he was back in his laid back position, though this time Rowan was not going to pull away so quickly so Frey had just made his situation even harder. "Very clever move there, but its not happening on my watch", as he then proceeded to pull off his boots and surprise surprise, more knives. Usually when a capture took place in the city, he would of been escorted by two guards by now with guards at the back incase he tried anything, but instead Rowan was on his own so the first was to capture him which was done, next to limit his movement which he had done, then remove any weapons which he was doing now which would leave the guy totally dependant on him. Quite fortunate really, committing several crimes and then gets himself one of the king's best men to guard him. He really should see the positive side of the picture.

"You certainly are quick which certainly impresses me, but you sure are quick to desire your death and not a very honorable one either", he spoke up as he turned his attention back to Frey while still holding him down while the air got to Frey's feet now that his boots were off. "You are a wanted man Frey Albion, but you are still a man of Tal who I am sworn to protect so you will have my protection. I will get you there one way or the other and if you co-operate, I shall speak on your behalf. I believe in second chances Frey Albion, so I suggest you take it...", as he awaited to see if he would comply or once again rebel and cause him to continue being hard on him which he preferred not to do, despite the crimes he committed. If he wished to die then at least die by combat, but as he said before, not on his watch.

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So close... He had been so close to ending his own life. Then surprisingly the knight bite his arm. Out of sheer reflex Frey dropped the knife and was once again forced into a laying position. It was then that Frey decided, he couldn't end his own life the quick and easy way. So he would do it differently. He would refuse to eat, refuse to drink anything, refuse to sleep, killing his body in a slow and painful manner that would take time. But if it meant staying out of a cell, then so be it.

Normally, Frey always saw the positive side of things, even if it was a simple as that he was alive. But he wasn't right now, when death was the only way out. "Very clever move there, but its not happening on my watch" His boots were pulled off and his weapons taken. He didn't struggle or fight, it was useless against the superior strength of the knight. The positive side dawned on his at that moment. He wasn't in the capital, he would be able to die slowly instead of face the torture that thieves got in the cells. "You certainly are quick which certainly impresses me, but you sure are quick to desire your death and not a very honorable one either" Frey looked up at the knight and for the first time noticed that their eyes were the same color. He had never been close enough to see them clearly.

"You are a wanted man Frey Albion, but you are still a man of Tal who I am sworn to protect so you will have my protection. I will get you there one way or the other and if you co-operate, I shall speak on your behalf. I believe in second chances Frey Albion, so I suggest you take it..."

Frey almost laughed, the hysterical panicked laughter that was the bodies' defense against nervousness and fear. The knight didn't know what happened to thieves when they were caught. There is no second chances for them. Only a torture that didn't fit their crimes.

Frey had heard stories from old thieves who had been captured before, then released after the damage was done. Fingers broken beyond repair. Fingers and even whole hands cut off. Legs broken to the point that they could barely walk let alone run and jump. Missing eyes, sometimes even limbs and... other body parts. Burns, scar upon scar from being whipped. Thieves were never just punished for their crimes. Physically and mentally they were damaged beyond repair. Even though most thieves only stole because they needed to survive, just like every other person out there. They were treated worse than murderers.

That is why Frey wanted to end his life before it happened. If he was going to die anyway, he wanted to die a thief, not a broken reminder of what he was before. "There's no such thing as a second chance for a person like me..." His voice didn't hold any hatred, any anger, any of the emotions that one would expect from someone who had just been arrested. Instead it was the voice of someone who was ready to die.

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While Rowan seemed to have pinned Frey down, it seemed that once again like before, Frey accepted his situation and did not resist. The last time he had pulled away, he had armed himself and was about ready to kill himself. Once he was armed, he could of tried to cut himself loose or used the knife on him in order to escape, yet he chose not to, or rather did not consider such options so Frey Albion was not as bad as he appeared to me. Wanted men across the country would do absolutely anything to keep on going and make every attempt to escape if they were captured, killing themselves was only when there was no other option, but in Frey's shoes he saw quite a few options he could take which suggested he was simply trying to take the easy option which would also result in Rowan's failure.

He had been tasked to bring him back to Tal alive, so if he was dead he would of failed which would all of been thanks to Frey's final act. It wasn't going to happen, so he'd have to watch him now that the chase was finally over which only left his task to escort him to Tal and be the thief's protection. Afterall, Frey was a wanted man as he had told him, he was well-known back home and in his chase, his name was beginning to spread to a man that brought discord in Tal, something that rival kingdoms would want to take advantage of. Rowan already spoke of honor of how to die in the way he had done was not very honorable, but it also wasn't honorable to be a man of Tal and then betray Tal, so he had to keep him from taking advantage of that also. No matter what it took to succeed in his mission, he would do it.

"There's no such thing as a second chance for a person like me...", Frey then said, being the first words to him since the fall after remaining silent and being apprehended. As he had told him beforehand, Rowan believed in second chances, but such only came to people that were worthy. "A person like you?", he asked with a blank slate across his face, but such a question was not posed to be answered as he continued, "a thief...", answering his own question, "If you are aware of the dangers that entail to being a thief, then why do it? If you cannot do the time, then don't do the crime. It is as simple as that", the time referring to the punishment. Rowan had heard of the stories but it was not in his role as a knight to question them.

Frey obviously was concerned about these stories no doubt and yet a knight set out to capture him and bring him to the capital where he'd be tried and punished, offers him his intervention that he would speak on his behalf....perhaps the thief simply didn't trust him to keep at his word, despite Rowan's talk of honor and his dedication to his duty which was conveyed when despite his crimes, Rowan was still sworn to defend even the lowest of society. Of course, this all depended if he co-operated of course as Rowan suggested. "You may be a thief and though I wish not to admit it, but you have evaded capture for an entire year now, so that alone is commendable, so I wouldn't say your chances are totally down the plug-hole, especially if you do as I have suggested and co-operate with me as we return home. I am a man of my word".

He believed he had....put his best foot forward, to at least show where he stood, despite the bleak future thieves had. However, though Frey was a thief like the rest, he was much more smarter and much more faster than the common thief, such that made him a wanted man as he said before in more than one way. Deciding to see how far Frey was willing to go, he then proceeded to undo the rope round Frey's hands, but he wasn't totally let him go as he decided to keep one hand which he tied with his own arm, before undoing the rope at his feet. If Frey was going to trust him, then Rowan felt that him trusting him more by giving him more freedom would maybe convince him, but as he couldn't let him go completely, the single hand that was tied up was tied with his own arm so that he could not get away.

With Frey no longer bound up as he was before, he used his right hand to lift him up, before speaking once again, "I have taken an act of faith to release the bonds that I should keep on a prisoner, will you too?", giving a pause to allow his words to sink in before proceeding on, "During this past year, I have saw you reach for your back on occasion. Now will you do something commendable once again and relinquish control of any other weapons you may have....Alternatively, I shall cut your clothes to check myself and you can walk back to the capital naked and humiliated at every corner, so take your pick. My advise is the former rather than the latter", still with a straight face to suggest he was serious about his action. Afterall he had bit him earlier on which was not expected, so Rowan could do absolutely anything he felt he needed to do.

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Frey flexed the muscles in his hands and feet, trying to keep the feeling in them. But it was a losing battle, already he could feel the tingling, numbness, creeping up on his hands. "A person like you?" Frey rose an eyebrow, automatically removing the intelligence points he had given the knight earlier. "a thief..." He opened his mouth to say something rather rude, but the knight continued talking so he didn't have the chance. "If you are aware of the dangers that entail to being a thief, then why do it? If you cannot do the time, then don't do the crime. It is as simple as that"

Frey shook his head. There was much more to it than that. Most thieves stole to live. He knew that because he lived in the thieves district of the capital, where people of all ages lived. Being one of the better thieves Frey took it upon himself to take care those too young, too old, or too broken to steal. That's why he only carried a little bit of money with him, the rest was in the thieves district, being used by those who needed food. There was a certain amount of honor among the thieves there, the ones who could steal wouldn't take it.

Frey felt a flash of pride go through him. It had been who set up the honor system with the other thieves. It almost made Frey their leader. He didn't expect the knight to understand the thieves' honor, or the reason they did what they did. So he kept his answer simple and brief. "There was no other option." It was the truth, even if the knight couldn't see it. There was no jobs in the capital that a child could take, no way to earn money. It was steal or die. And after you become older, you've already earned a bad reputation, so nobody will hire you anyway.

"You may be a thief and though I wish not to admit it, but you have evaded capture for an entire year now, so that alone is commendable, so I wouldn't say your chances are totally down the plug-hole, especially if you do as I have suggested and co-operate with me as we return home. I am a man of my word".

What was there for him if he did cooperate? If he simply earned his freedom, then he would have to go back to stealing to survive. Or he could leave the capital and travel like he had this past year. Stealing from a town and moving on, but that would make him to better than a bandit. And he had dealt with plenty of those before. There was no sure thing as a thieves' honor with them. But maybe it was the right thing to do. Maybe if he listened to the knight there was a chance.

Suddenly, the knight undid the rope on his hands, leaving one hand tied to his own. Then did the same to his feet and lifted Frey up so that he was standing. He had no idea what possessed the knight to do that, but he was grateful that it happened. Silently he rubbed his wrists, getting the feeling back in his hands.

"I have taken an act of faith to release the bonds that I should keep on a prisoner, will you too?", There was a slight pause, then the knight continued. "During this past year, I have saw you reach for your back on occasion. Now will you do something commendable once again and relinquish control of any other weapons you may have....Alternatively, I shall cut your clothes to check myself and you can walk back to the capital naked and humiliated at every corner, so take your pick. My advise is the former rather than the latter"

Frey hestitated, he didn't want to be completely weaponless, he may have been a thief, but he knew his way around a fight. The would surely run into bandits on their return to the capital and Frey would be helpless against them. Then Frey realized that he was beginning to think as if he was going to make it back to the capital. Wordlessly he undid the belt holding his dagger in place and set it on the ground next to him. After another moments hesitation he stuck his hands in his shirt and undid this belt too, the one that held his hidden throwing knives. Those too he set on the ground.

Not knowing what else to do, he stood there awkwardly and wiggled his bare toes. He looked down at his feet and said in a slightly shy voice, "Um... Can I have my boots back?"

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There was pride in serving as a knight and even more so in being among the best. To achieve something that you could be proud of required such a person to be highly committed, dedicated, working hard and aiming high with no desire to aim for anything but. Rowan's training was certainly hard but despite the earlier defeats and misses, he never lost sight of his aim, never lost sight of goal, continuing aiming for what he wanted so that every time he fell, he immediately picked himself up again. It was this courage that strengthened Rowan over the years so that he could keep fighting. Like any other person, Rowan wished to live a long life to enjoy life to the fullest, but if death was inevitable then he would prefer to die fighting rather than dwindling away like a dying flame.

It seemed that Frey was no longer fighting, but after the year long chase and his antics back at the capital, he doubted that he had fully finished his fight, so if he was not fighting externally then no doubt he was fighting internally. Afterall he was certainly fighting against the authority in his time in the capital before he was driven away, but even that didn't stop him getting up to no good for Frey seemed to be a fighter as he was, though Frey's fight was not as justified and certainly not as honorable as the fight he fought for, the fight where he represented the people of Tal despite being in foreign territory. Even out here he held onto his beliefs just as Frey did, but it Rowan that was on the side of righteousness and justice which he made clear in his emotionless statement to him.

A thief was a thief, regardless of the intention. He could see Frey shake his head to be in disagreement but the point still stood that the stories he must of heard would no doubt of made him aware of the consequences yet strangely he pressed on, so he was certainly curious where this inner strength came from, but as for "there was no other option", it was a load of rubbish. The King was a good King, for he cared for his people and it was for the good of his people that he had been given this task to end Frey's antics and bring him to trial. No matter what intentions Frey had, whether he felt they were good or not, a wrong certainly does not make a right for there is always a gain and a loss and when a loss results, it brings about insecurity in the city which is enough to be a concern for the King to take action.

Rowan was not totally emotionless but nor was he totally unaware of the circumstances either. However, such wasn't a big deal right now for right now it was just the two of them so it was down to Frey to concede his weapons which no doubt would make him feel vulnerable which would be how Rowan would feel if the same happened to him. The act however was necessary, for just moments ago the guy had tried to kill himself, so how could he leave him with his weapons to try again or break free to begin the chase all over again. Not again. As he had stated, his avoidance for the past year had certainly impressed him, he only served to impress him further, despite the hesitation, when he took off his belt with his dagger which he threw to the ground, followed shortly after with another belt where his knives were, before asking with his head down, "Um... Can I have my boots back?".

He was certainly pleased that Frey had taken onboard his advice and wished to co-operate as well as opting to relinquish control of his weapons rather than having his clothing cut away from him. "Of course", Rowan answered, now that he understood his position and accepted his authority despite what was coming, but if he kept at it and did not try and kill himself again, then he'd be bound by his word to intervene on his behalf as he had promised. Rowan then crouched down to empty the boots where a lock-picking set fell out, followed by throwing knives from his other boot, before he passed each to him to put on while he dealt with Frey's possessions which he put into a bag and attached to his belt on the opposite side to where his arm was tied with Frey's.

Now that Frey had time to put his boots on and he had time to put his things away, Rowan then stood once again, seeing that each of their movements was restricted by the bind to prevent Frey's escape. Once back on his feet, he then turned to him and offered a thin smile which was more genuine than the first, "You have made a wise decision Frey. It takes courage to relinquish control and to put your fate in the hands of another. No harm shall come to you as we journey to Tal and as I have promised, should you co-operate, then no harm shall come to you when we return also", though he couldn't say what would happen despite him speaking on his behalf, it all depended really on how impressed he becomes, if he attempts to escape or try to end his life again.

"Now we must be on our way, we have a long way to go...", as his thin smile thinned out to appear straight again to give the order to move, as he then begun to walk back in the direction he had come to the cliffs...

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It was strange, the knight acted much differently that most knights would have in this situation. He was kind, not even keeping Frey bound by much. Frey knew from stories that fingers were usually broken when a thief was captured, just to make sure that they couldn't get away. He was showing that again by actually giving him his boots back. He could have just said no and forced Frey to walk without them.

Before returning the boots to Frey, the knight removed the lock picking kit and throwing knives from them. He took the boots from the knight and sat down, tugging his boots on one at a time. As he did he watched out of the corner of his eye, the knight was putting his weapons in a bag and attached it to his belt. The knight stood up and Frey followed shortly after.

The knight smiled at him, it was a kind smile. Something that Frey hadn't expected. "You have made a wise decision Frey. It takes courage to relinquish control and to put your fate in the hands of another. No harm shall come to you as we journey to Tal and as I have promised, should you co-operate, then no harm shall come to you when we return also"

Frey knew that the knight was making a promise that he couldn't keep. There was no telling what would happen if they were to run into bandits, especially with the binding. And even if Frey decided to stay alive long enough to get to the capital the only thing that awaited him was torture. The king had never helped Frey before, so why would he do it now? He knew that the king was a well liked man, and it wasn't like Frey disliked him. He just didn't have much trust in the man.

"Now we must be on our way, we have a long way to go..." For once Frey had to agree with the knight. Though it wouldn't take an entire year to get back, since there would be no chasing and running, or stopping to steal. It would just be a straight forward road back to the capital. Now that he had calmed down a little, Frey remembered why this had all happened. He still didn't know the knight's name. It would just add more awkwardness to an already awkward journey if Frey simple refered to him as Mr. Knight. "Hey, Mr. Knight, you obviously know my name, but I don't know your's. What is it?

Frey walked behind the knight a little bit, following closely by his heels because of the rope connecting them. It made him feel like a bit like a puppy. Though he probably wasn't as cute as a puppy. And when a puppy stole something it was adorable not a crime.

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The past defined the present, the present had an impact on the future. What occurred in the past was known, but the future remained a mystery, for it was by the actions of the day, the present, the now, that helped shed some light somewhat on what the morrow may bring, for the morrow was not always promised but such was taken for granted. A philosopher would then ask, what would be the purpose of life when you live and die. The answer was simply, to enjoy it, to live to the fullest just as the blossoms that came and gone, for at the beginning of its life it hid away before opening up for others to see before no longer being fitting for the eyes, but such was good while it lasted. However, what a loss it would of been if the blossum went too soon, if the blossum did not have a chance to have its moment in the sun.

This chase had been long and no doubt would remain on both his and Frey's mind, but the fact was that Rowan was 21 now, such being the time that his petals had opened up and now shone for the glory of the Kingdom of Tal and for the honor of his family. Frey seemed young also in his youthful complexions across his face and the energy he possessed to avoid capture time and time again, but to dare end his life so soon when he had a chance to redeem himself and shine seemed foolish, such that no doubt he thought about as he gave him his weapons and no longer having the means to kill himself. It would be quite a journey back to the capital, but if Frey kept this up and if they ran into no trouble, then it wouldn't take too long to get to the capital and start living again, couldn't live in the wilderness that he had been in thus far.

Now they was finally on their way back home, finally time to be with his family again and returning to his old duties, though he would miss the thrill of the chase if he was perfectly honest. Perhaps this was something he could discuss upon his return to have these sorts of chases as it certainly kept him alert, though it was a shame that he did not have a companion to share the duties for escorting him back but Rowan was strong and would not fail in the duties required of him. Frey then asked, "Hey, Mr. Knight, you obviously know my name, but I don't know you's. What is it?". Back in the capital, the knights were dressed in identical armors so that they were all equal, all mysterious, all unknown so that any accusations of bias or mistreatment could not be used as the identity remained sealed, every Knight in the course for justice acting as one unit.

Of course, they were no longer in the capital. If they were in the capital, Frey would already be in his cell now and certainly would not be benefitting from the act of faith that Rowan was showing, but nor would he of been given the chance to do a good deed to surrender his arms as he did with him. Rowan saw no problems answering his question personally by the mere fact he was not in a suit of armor as he replied, "If I am honest, I've begun to get quite used to being called 'Mr Knight' recently, usually I hear 'Ser Knight' but 'Mr Knight' is certainly a new one", simply speaking his mind before continuing, "but if you must know, it is Clancy, Ser Clancy". Such was all he was prepared to give right now, seeing as Frey would require a name if they faced hostilies, but at the same time he needed to take precautions for security reasons.

Afterall, having a Knight of Tal, especially one of the best outside the city walls was certainly a target for the Kingdom's rivals, where his use of his surname would be more inconspicuous. Sure the Clancy were a warrior family, at least the one he was in so Clancy could refer to one of the elder members or another branch of their family that remained in their pursuit of agriculture rather than becoming defenders of justice. However, there was another reason he used his surname which was another test for his prisoner to see if he respects authority, hence why he made sure to say 'Ser Clancy' at the end to reinforce such. As for telling him his real name, well that only went to those close to him, a prisoner was certainly not close, regardless of the proximity which was required to ensure he did not escape. Moving on, he then asked, "You said before that there was no other option when I asked why you do what you do, may I ask why?". Conversation was not necessary, but it helped past the time rather than complete silence.

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Frey didn't really expect the knight to give him his name. There was no reason to after all. Most knights wouldn't have. But then again, this guy wasn't most knights. Once again he showed his kindness, or at the very least the fact that he was civil, by actually giving his name. "If I am honest, I've begun to get quite used to being called 'Mr Knight' recently, usually I hear 'Ser Knight' but 'Mr Knight' is certainly a new one. but if you must know, it is Clancy, Ser Clancy" Frey was grateful that he gave at least a piece of his name. Clancy sounded very familiar, but Frey couldn't quite figure out just what it was.

"Okay, Ser Clancy it is." Just because Frey was a thief, didn't mean he wasn't respectful of titles. This Ser Clancy had worked hard to earn the title of knight. Just as Frey worked hard to set the thieves honor code and earn the nickname Prince of Thieves. Or how he had earned the right to have a knight chase him for an entire year. Obviously it was different, but yet the same. Years of hard work went into both, just in different ways. "You said before that there was no other option when I asked why you do what you do, may I ask why?"

Frey thought for a moment. He didn't mind tell Ser Clancy about his past, it wasn't like he kept it a secret. He just wasn't sure how much detail he could into without bringing up really bad memories. To this day he was still terrified of fire because of it. Every thief is the capital knew the basics of what happened, so he decided to just stick with that. "Well, without going into too much detail. When I was a child I lost my entire family in one day. One to illness and the other four to a fire that started that night. We lived in the really poor part of the capital and nobody hires anybody from there. They think we're all cursed and do black magic or something stupid. Its even worse for the kids. I had no choice but to steal to survive.

Frey shuddered at the memories that surfaced. He had been fine that day after his mother died. As sad as it was to see her go, she wasn't suffering anymore and that's what really mattered. But the fire... He remembered it vividly. When he thought about it he could still smell the smoke, feeling the heat, hear his sisters screaming. He had tried to drag his youngest sister out with him, but even then he didn't have much strength. His father pounded on his bedroom door, shouting at the children to get out. Then the shouts turned to screams as the fire reached him.

He could feel himself trembling at the memories, but was glad that the vivid memories of the fire hadn't stopped his brain completely. Instead he quietly focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Trying to make the memories go away again. To lock them up in some far corner of his brain where he could forget about them for a while. But the lock was weak, they would resurface every time he was around fire.

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If his actions were evaluated, then clearly questions would be raised, regardless if in the capital or not like in Rowan's case. It was a Knight's duty to uphold the law and serve justice, so though his task was that to escort the prisoner, he certainly should not have the liberties that Frey was given. Should it of been anyone else than Rowan and if they too had underestimated the thief at the start for the hunt to last an entire year, then no doubt to get their own back as well as ensure it doesn't happen again, he would be binded and any attempt to escape would result in being stripped and merely pulled along, tied to a horse should the Knight of brought one or purchased one on the return journey.

It was Rowan's belief as he had told him, that all were entitled to second chances. Everyone had a choice, for Frey could easily of escaped from the cliffs instead of waving him towards him, or he could of attacked him, yet both options that certainly could of freed him were not chosen, not to say that any of those attempts would succeed to face off against Rowan, especially Frey who had no military training. Despite the lack of training, he was certainly skilled in other areas, so the fact he had surrendered, the fact that he had relinquished his weapons and decided to co-operare and then respecting his title and therefore obeying his voice of authority, all wasn't so bad about him it seemed, "Okay, Ser Clancy it is".

After asking why he started his life of crime in the first place, there was a pause between them before he replied, "Well, without going into too much detail. When I was a child I lost my entire family in one day. One to illness and the other four to a fire that started that night. We lived in the really poor part of the capital and nobody hires anybody from there. They think we're all cursed and do black magic or something stupid. Its even worse for the kids. I had no choice but to steal to survive", as Rowan caught him sudder at the end, clearly affecting him and obviously a uncomfortable topic but one that had brought him to the life and death situation he was in now. "All men have a choice. I admire your courage, but your judgement is certainly lacking".

Once again he merely voiced what was on his mind, before continuing, "Details are certainly important but I see you wish not to dwell on the subject matter for too long and that is understandable, but I would like to find out as much as I can before we return to the capital so I am armed when I speak on your behalf as I promised. Of course, this all depends if you'd rather chance an escape..", his words drifting for him to think about it, but clearly escaping was not an option with the bind round them and the fact that he wouldn't want to give his plans to an enemy, despite his neutrality and simple following his orders, even if he had broken a few rules in a gamble he felt would be worth it. For a thief avoiding him this long, as he had said before, it was commendable and not often successfully carried out, so there was something about him.

"I must ask however, since you left the capital and avoiding capture, there has been reports of thefts in several towns and villages. As we will be returning in that direction, I would like to know what was stolen and if it can be returned", such being the concern with Frey's case as well as concern for himself as these towns and cities may want Frey for themselves to punish him. His destination was Tal, no where else. He could understand the frustration of his victims, as he had told Frey earlier, all men have a choice, for his judgement call to steal to survive was wrong. Working as a Knight, Rowan has become acquainted with the King who he does see as a good King and no doubt would take action to prevent these crimes by taking action to those families who are unable to support themselves rather than stealing from other families who will then undergo hardship also as a result. It was selfish, but if can reconcile his actions, such would help in his defence.

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Frey wondered what had happened to the thieves living in the capital. Without him there was no doubt that things would go back to the way they had before he set up an honor code. Children and the elderly would be left starving, and his supply of money would be taken. But that wasn't his problem anymore. He wasn't going to make it back to the capital anyway. He was just going to die in some unknown place far away from where he was born and grew up... It made him homesick for the first time in the year he was gone. "All men have a choice. I admire your courage, but your judgement is certainly lacking".

Frey couldn't help but smile at that. Many different people had said many different things about him becoming a thief. But not a single one had said he lacked judgement. "Details are certainly important but I see you wish not to dwell on the subject matter for too long and that is understandable, but I would like to find out as much as I can before we return to the capital so I am armed when I speak on your behalf as I promised. Of course, this all depends if you'd rather chance an escape.." Frey had to admit that he agreed with Ser Clancy there. Details were important, but he couldn't bring himself to think about it anymore. Maybe he would tell him someday. "Gah! There I go thinking like I'm going to survive the entire trip to the capital!"

"Okay, think of it this way. If you were a child, starving in the streets, with no where to go, and a heart heavy with grief, what would you do?" More than just making a point, he was genuinely curious about how Ser Clancy would have reacted to the same situation. He wanted to know what a noble, honor bound knight would do when faced with the worst thing that had ever happened to him. "I must ask however, since you left the capital and avoiding capture, there has been reports of thefts in several towns and villages. As we will be returning in that direction, I would like to know what was stolen and if it can be returned"

Another grin, this was Frey's chance to show Ser Clancy that he wasn't just some thief. That he had his own honor code just like the knights did. "It can't be returned, sorry. I did the exact same that I had been doing in the capital. I stole food and gave it all to the starving, homeless, children and elderly who can't fend for themselves. And before you ask, no I didn't keep any for myself. I hunted for all my food." Frey felt a flash of pride go through him, what would the knight have to say about that?

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Rowan was not heartless. Emotion and the revealing of emotion simply could not co-exist with his duties as a Knight to carry out what needed to be done. If his emotions were represented in a pint of water, then he would become like a book that could be read due to how transparent he would be seen to be, his moves anticipated and therein lies his weakness. However, if such was a pint of oil, there was consistency, while at the same time, there was a murkiness that made moves not so clear, moves could not be anticipated so easily and therein lies his strength. There is a reason that oil and water do not mix, and such was the case when it came to knighthood. It was a priviledge and a honor to be a Knight, but when it came to his duty, allowing his emotions to be as clear as water would not only get himself killed, but those he cared about also. It was a respected position, but it did come with its dangers.

In the mind of the thieves however, Knights were merely seem as great obstacles in their line of work. Knights however stood for many things, the greatest of such was honor and loyalty. Rowan could understand Frey's position, but to fall so well and commit such a crime against the state was not a wise move, as Frey then asked, "Okay, think of it this way. If you were a child, starving in the streets, with no where to go, and a heart heavy with grief, what would you do?" in an attempt to see what he would of done in his position. Frey grew up in a proud family as the men of the Clancy Household all served their Kingdom so being in such a situation would not be possible, but once the Clancy were not as reknown as they were, back when they were mere farmers and had to work their way until one Clancy decided to throw down the fork and pick up a sword. There was always a choice.

"It can't be returned, sorry", Frey then informed him in response to his thefts in the towns and villages which Rowan hoped would not be the case but prepared himself for it either way, "I did the exact same that I had been doing in the capital. I stole food and gave all to the starving, homeless, children and elderly who can't fend for themselves. And before you ask, no I didn't keep any for myself. I hunted for all my food". He was certainly intriguing, as it seemed he had good intentions behind his crimes, but remaining stalwart in his convictions, "A theft is still a theft and a crime is still a crime, regardless of the intention. As a child, the punishment for crimes is not as great as it is believed that a child knows what is right and wrong, but as you grow, you reach a level of understanding and maturity to know what is right and what is wrong. Your intention is commendable but clearly what the unrecognised need was a leader to help them become recognised, rather than stealing from others and allowing them to suffer. One way or another, one party suffers. As I said before, all men have a choice". He could admit to himself that his response was pretty blunt in order to respond to the intentions he has and giving his prospective to his previous question. Afterall, such points were such that Rowan could well see be listed in the case against him, so Frey simply had to accept the facts instead of his holier-than-thou reasoning.

"Our King is a just King and on a daily basis, he hears in council the concerns of those who put forward their submissions to him before making his judgement. The King cares for his people whether you believe me or not. You may believe that it is okay to steal from a family that will be able to provide additional food for their family unlike those in the poorer district you have mentioned, but nevertheless, they are hard working people working towards the future of Tal, people that merely could launch a revolt, a strike to cease work which would cause society to disfunction if you consider the wider picture. Aware of your successful raids, I was sent to bring you in as other Knights left to bring in others, for the King does not want his people to suffer, but he also cannot be everywhere and know everything. It is impossible for any man, which is why he holds council where those who are struggling or facing hard times can put forward their plea. Such that I would do, in response to your question".

It was apparant that the fact Frey hadn't done so, suggested that he may not trust the King yet if he was a cruel King, why had he sent one of his best men to hunt down who seemed to be one of the best thieves. To make Frey even more aware of his position, he then proceeded further, "Either way, what is done is done, and now you must answer to your crimes. You do however have the second chance that I have suggested, but as we pass these towns and villages, we may encounter some problems by the fact that they want justice carried out. I know this may sound strange coming from a knight, but not all conflicts necessarily are needed to be solved by a sword", glancing to him before returning in the direction they were walking in.

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In the past year, Frey had learned much about the knight. How he moved, how he fought, how he found out where Frey had gone after losing him. But there was still much to learn about him. In the short time he had been captured, he had already learned something new. Ser Clancy was blunt, very blunt. Frey liked that, he wasn't afraid to give his opinion on something it seemed. Even if Frey didn't like it. It must have gotten him into trouble at the castle before. Though not into too much trouble, he was still a knight after all.

Frey realized that his mind was starting to babble. He didn't even know that it was possible for a mind to babble, but obviously it was because his was doing it. Luckily Ser Clancy spoke then, stopping anymore babbling of the mind. "A theft is still a theft and a crime is still a crime, regardless of the intention. As a child, the punishment for crimes is not as great as it is believed that a child knows what is right and wrong, but as you grow, you reach a level of understanding and maturity to know what is right and what is wrong. Your intention is commendable but clearly what the unrecognised need was a leader to help them become recognised, rather than stealing from others and allowing them to suffer. One way or another, one party suffers. As I said before, all men have a choice"

Frey knew that, but all men also had the right to live. Frey had tried to get a job, dozens of times, at dozens of different places. But nobody wanted him. A child living with the poorest people in the capital, nobody cared about him. Having a scruffy kid with odd colored hair would have been bad for their reputation, and that's all they cared about. He stole food to survive, and kept searching for a job. As he got older things didn't change, so he gave up on a legal job and made thieving his career.

"Our King is a just King and on a daily basis, he hears in council the concerns of those who put forward their submissions to him before making his judgement. The King cares for his people whether you believe me or not. You may believe that it is okay to steal from a family that will be able to provide additional food for their family unlike those in the poorer district you have mentioned, but nevertheless, they are hard working people working towards the future of Tal, people that merely could launch a revolt, a strike to cease work which would cause society to disfunction if you consider the wider picture. Aware of your successful raids, I was sent to bring you in as other Knights left to bring in others, for the King does not want his people to suffer, but he also cannot be everywhere and know everything. It is impossible for any man, which is why he holds council where those who are struggling or facing hard times can put forward their plea. Such that I would do, in response to your question"

With a heavy sigh, Frey gave up on trying to get Ser Clancy to see things from his point of view. It had never even crossed his mind to go to one of the councils. After all, if his own neighbors weren't willing to help him, why would the ruler of the country? He had much more important things to worry about than one starving kid. It was hard enough leading a couple dozen thieves, let alone an entire country. Frey didn't know how he did it.

"Either way, what is done is done, and now you must answer to your crimes. You do however have the second chance that I have suggested, but as we pass these towns and villages, we may encounter some problems by the fact that they want justice carried out. I know this may sound strange coming from a knight, but not all conflicts necessarily are needed to be solved by a sword" Frey didn't care too much that the people that he had stolen from wanted to kill him. Not only was it something that he dealt with on a daily basis, but he wasn't going to make it to the capital anyway. So the faster he died the better.

Frey was starting to get annoyed by Ser Clancy's talk about choices and second chances. "The only reason you're saying this crap is you've never gone hungry a day in your life. You get to live in the castle, while others don't even have a roof over their heads. I bet you've never even seen the poor district. Hell, why is there even a poor district if the king is as good as you say he is?" Right after the words left his mouth, Frey regretted saying them. Even in this situation, Frey didn't have the right to say things like that. But his stubborness got the better of his and he didn't apologize. He simply glared at the ground front of him, trying to calm himself down again.

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It was true that Rowan had diverted from proper procedure in dealing with thieves, but despite such deviations, Rowan held strong to his principles, of his loyalty to Tal, to the people of Tal and to the King which ruleth Tal. However, Rowan also held onto his convictions which may or not be a good thing, but clearly such had been responsible for the treatment he had given Frey so far. Besides, if another Knight crossed paths with him and questioned his actions, he would respond that it was extra freedom before facing judgement, that the prisoner would know that they could not escape one of Tal's best Knights and that any attempt would be futile which may result in death. All such were true, but Rowan gave such treatment by his own choice, believing wholeheartedly in second chances.

Determined to find out what caused Frey to commit his acts in which he was condemned for, he had confronted him about it and engaged in conversation of the factors involved, before the turn of the conversation turned on its head as Frey had asked him what he would of done. It was clear by his answer that he did not agree as he heard him give a sigh, for he made it obvious enough and was easy to catch with their close proximity, yet Rowan held strong to his beliefs nonetheless. Frey however could obviously not control his mouth, especially after Rowan's words about the King and previously about Tal yet now seemed to oppose the King directly, "The only reason you're saying this crap is you've never gone hungry a day in your life. You get to live in the castle, while others don't even have a roof over their heads. I bet you've never even seen the poor district. hell, why is there even a poor district if the king is as good as you say he is?".

Turning to him, he noticed he had looked to the ground, but clearly he needed to learn his place again, especially since Rowan was putting himself on the line. Afterall, to stand in the defence of a criminal who then adds treason to the list, only condemns himself enough for his loyalty to be questioned. Taking action, he took Frey down to the floor and took quick action to pull out a dagger and have his other hand pull out his tongue. He did not wish to hurt him, but clearly the amount of freedom he was giving him was too much. Other Knights would of done this already, though touching a person's tongue was not the best thing to do, which is why as soon as they touch it, they cut it off and disgard it. Rowan was different however, maybe the year long out had affected him somewhat, as sure he held his tongue but as it was just a demonstration he did not hold too hard, but held enough that Frey could not easily pull it back in and put his fingers at risk.

Despite his fingers on his tongue which to others would seem disgusting, Rowan remained straight-faced to not reveal how he was feeling or what he was feeling, occupied with his intentions as the dagger in his other hand came near his tongue as he spoke, "You already face the crime of theft, but do you wish to add the crime of treason also? To speak such evil against the King is enough cause for me to cut out your tongue, for as I have told you, the King cannot be everywhere which is why he needs people to stand forward. You may believe that I live in grandeur and live in luxury but such is where you are wrong, so do not judge me. If any other Knight was out here...", however he was stopped when he heard rustling in the bushes as his fingers' grip on his tongue weakened that it was almost soft, while Rowan's eyes looked around him as the dagger was removed slowly.

"Silence", Rowan whispered as his fingers let go to undo the rope that bound his arm which he would surely need now, before using the same hand to hold him down on the upper part of his body as he bellowed, "Reveal yourself!", his other hand holding the hilt of his sword, before in a flash, he unsheathed his sword from its holster and brought it as a shield infront of his face as a clang was heard from the arrow that had deflected from the sword. "You attack a Knight of Tal. Withdrew yourself, or come out and stop being a coward!", mocking towards the end.

Rowan however was trained in such circumstances so such an attack was truly feeble, before more arrows came in their direction with more twists of his sword to deflect them. However, he felt that there was someone else near them, as the hand on Frey's chest lifted up to pull a metal plate which was tied round his back under his cloak which he then passed to Frey, putting it firmly in his hands but did not look at him, his eyes looking into the distance, "Now is your chance to redeem yourself. I have been on your case for long enough to know your reflex skills are hard to match. You will need them now as I sense another is here. Do not comply or try to get yourself killed will only result in your journey home being much more difficult for you, but I assure you, I'll get you there in one piece. This I swear", before blocking a few more and bellowing again, "This is your last chance....".

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Apparently, Frey hit a soft spot with the last thing he said. Which only strengthed Frey's belief in that what he was doing was good. Maybe not right, but good. Frey had grown up on stories of how knights treated thieves, and had learned to hate the knights. While this knight seemed different at first, deep down he was just like all the other ones. Brain-washed into thinking that the king couldn't do anything wrong and anybody who thought differently than them was committing treason. That was only again strengthed as Ser Clancy knocked Frey to the ground, grabbed his tongue, and put a dagger to it. "You already face the crime of theft, but do you wish to add the crime of treason also? To speak such evil against the King is enough cause for me to cut out your tongue, for as I have told you, the King cannot be everywhere which is why he needs people to stand forward. You may believe that I live in grandeur and live in luxury but such is where you are wrong, so do not judge me. If any other Knight was out here..."

Frey was right, this knight was like all the others. He would have spoken, would have said some horrible things. Things that really would have made the knight cut off his tongue. If he could speak that is. He was surprisingly calm for the situation he was it, after all getting his tongue cut off wouldn't be so bad. He could choke on his own blood, or bleed out, or both at the same time. Frey was simply looking at it as another way to die.

Frey's eyes narrowed as he heard rustling. It seemed that the knight had heard it too, for his grip loosened on Frey's tongue. "Silence" For once Frey listened to the knight. Ser Clancy untied the rope, but put a hand on Frey's chest to stop him from going anywhere. "Yeah, great job. Stop the thief from moving in a fight." Frey thought.

Ser Clancy adressed the attackers, and blocked an arrow. Frey recognized the arrow, it was from the Black Viper's, a bandit group with people all over the country. He blocked serveral arrows before taking his hand off Frey's chest, and putting a metal plate in his hands. "Now is your chance to redeem yourself. I have been on your case for long enough to know your reflex skills are hard to match. You will need them now as I sense another is here. Do not comply or try to get yourself killed will only result in your journey home being much more difficult for you, but I assure you, I'll get you there in one piece. This I swear"

For a split second Frey felt bad for making the break his promise, because he most certainly was not going to make it back alive. But that quickly passed. Frey got to his feet and held into the metal plate, he would at least make it look like he was trying.

The person, well people, emerged from the surrounding plants. There were eight of them in all, four with hunting bows, two with daggers, one with a sword, and the last held a crossbow. None of their weapons were in very good shape, the blades rusted and dulled, bowstrings about to break, mismatched arrows that wouldn't fly right on the kind of bows they had. They were surrounded, running wouldn't be a option. The one with the sword seemed to be the leader. He took a step forward and adressed Frey and Ser Clancy. "We ain't no cowards guv, we is smart. We is gonna kill a knight and take the bounty on that ones pretty lil 'ead at the same time. Right boys?" There was a cheer from the other seven bandits. "Now remember, we need the thief alive, but hurtin 'ims okay."

One of the archers loosed an arrow at Frey, aiming for his legs. Frey decided it would be best to dodge it, it wouldn't kill him. Frey easily danced out of the way of it, only to hear the twang of the crossbow. He let out a cry of pain as the crossbow bolt hit him in his lower leg, closer to his knee than his ankle. It just so happen to hit the leg that all of Frey's weight was on and he found that suddenly that leg refused to hold said weight. For the second time that day, Frey found himself falling, and crashing into Ser Clancy.

((OOC: How do you like my bandit speech?))

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(OOC: Awesome!)

The rustling grew louder and more numerous, clearly showing that there was more, unfortunately surrounding them by the sign of it. Taking all into account with the arrows being fired to prevent Rowan from moving so easily, escaping would be too much of a reckless move so Rowan decided to stand his ground, even to request Frey to stand and defend also. He was probably taking a risk to allow him to stand, seeing as he tried to get himself killed earlier but he took the risk anyway and just hoped that all he had done so far has made him willing to co-operate. Besides, Rowan might be one of the Kings' best, but with Frey's assistance, he didn't have to fight so hard, so he was pleased when Frey stood.

The aggressors soon revealed themselves as eight men revealed themselves, all their weapons at the reading as half carried bows which no doubt were responsible for the bows earlier, while the remaining ones carried blades. Their weapons of course were useless against Rowan's sword. They may have the advantage of numbers and terrain, but they did not have Rowan on their side, such being their downfall as the leader stepped forward, "We ain't no cowards guv, we is smart. We is gonna kill a knight and take the bounty on that ones pretty lil 'ead at the same time. Right boys? Now remember, we need the thief alive, but hurin 'ims okay". Frey's fame clearly got him somewhere, but unlike Frey, Rowan was aware of the political situation of the land where bandits were sometimes used as pawns for a Kingdom for a price. Their appearance here and now clearly reinforced what he said to Frey earlier, he was a wanted man.

"You are making a grave mistake...", as he raised his sword defensively, before he heard a screech behind him from Frey as he got hit. Rowan sighed, "..and I thought you had potential", before looking to the leader, "Ceasefire", as a laughter was heard from the bandits. "You have last words guv?", as Rowan took the opportunity to tie a rope around Frey so he did not try and escape, before standing forward. "I wouldn't call them last words, no, but I do have words I wish to make, for attacking a Knight of Tal, you have essentially signed your death warrant, but if you defeat me, you would take your prize. I now stand in your way and give you a final chance at falling back which is the smart thing to do...". The bandits found Rowan's stance hilarious as they laughed, "We no fools guv. Now get im' boys".




Well he had tried negotiation but such didn't work, as Rowan once again prepared himself defensively as the bandits launched their attack, the daggers moving round the outer circle waiting to charge in while the bows fired, but his main concern was the crossbow user, so he circled round to deflect arrows until he was between an archer and the crossbowman, before diving out the way as the arrows were fired, quickly getting up into a defensive move once again as he circled round to be back at Frey's side again, not attempting any sneaky manoevers on the bandits' side of things who could hardly be trusted.

Despite the loss of two of their comrades, the leader remained on the side to raise morale that the knight was running out of time, such a time came when an arrow hit him as Rowan appeared to be in pain, but such was only a ploy since he had guards where his shoulders were unbeknown to Frey and the bandits. Taking this chance, Rowan pulled out a dagger from Frey's bag and threw one in the direction of one archer and then pulled out another and aimed it at another archer, only for one of the dagger men to use their dagger to block it. Rowan immediately retrieved another to try again, unaware of one of the dagger men who had circled round and was circling to his rear.

Now infront of the now defenceless bandit, he unleashed the claws from within his hand guard which he used to slash the bandit, such being effective as if he was fighting with several knives, before (OOC: You could have Frey warn Rowan here, or otherwise, Rowan could catch a glimpse of the approached bandit through the direction the one he had defeated) he struck his sword through the gap in his arm and thrusted his sword behind him, directly into the chest of his attacker, before pulling it back up to be his defense again with only the leader and two archers remaining. He could only see the archers however, blocking with his sword and attacking with daggers.

Once the final archer had fallen, he turned on his heel to look for the leader, to see him making a desperate move towards Frey with his sword. Rushing forwards, Rowan put himself between Frey and the bandit leader, Rowan's blade shining silver, only a few inches from where Frey was laying, clashing against the bandit's sword as Rowan's eyes looked directly into the bandits' desperate eyes, "If you were truly going to oppose me, you could of at least made the numbers more equal. Now how smart is your decision to face a Knight of Tal now?". The bandit completely blocking him out as he parried with Rowan's, Rowan pushing forward, but of course, his weakness was Frey which the bandit took into account as he pushed back with the dirty manoever of using his feet to trip him up and taking the opportunity to slash his side so he fell backwards and landing on Frey.

"Now I will kill a bandit and then that thief and that bounty is all mine!", as the bandit lunged forwards to plunge his sword into Rowan's heart, before finding Rowan's own sword through his own as Rowan pushed on to prevent the bandit's sword from falling into himself or Frey, using his right foot as a platform before pushing himself upwards so the bandit fell backwards. Regardless of the pain now in his side, Rowan ripped cloth from the bandit and used the cloth to tie it tight around Frey's leg as a temporarily measure, undoing the rope round him, followed by tieing cloth around himself, again as a temporarily measure. With their injuries now taken care of, he sheathed his sword and retrieved Frey's daggers that he used.

With him re-armed, he returned to Frey and stretched out his hand to help him up, "Time to move on...", seeing as staying here would be asking for more trouble as who knows who else knows about this attack, staying in one place for too long was never good. Rowan's victory clearly would show Frey the strength he had, and his defence of him would show that Rowan was not going to allow him to die so easily either, as well as reinforce what he had told him earlier of his determination to defend him, regardless of his crime but he was still a man of Tal.

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The first thing Frey did when he hit the ground was curl up in a ball and clutch his wound. Being a thief he didn't have much pain tolerance, he rarely got hit so he didn't need it. To Frey it felt like his leg was on fire. He was really going to have to rely on Ser Clancy for the time being. Speaking of, Ser Clancy once again bound Frey. Which Frey thought was a waste of time, he couldn't run with his leg damaged. The bandit's leader and Ser Clancy exchanged a few words and then the fighting began.

Frey was impressed, Ser Clancy was smart enough to take out the crossbowman first. Crossbows were deadly weapons, even in poor condition. Along with the crossbowman went an archer. That was two down six to go. The knight's shoulder was hit by an arrow, Frey couldn't help but worry. If the knight got killed he'd be at the mercy of the bandits, and as much as he wanted to die right now, they wouldn't kill him. They'd just turn him into the closest knight, and they weren't all as niceish as Ser Clancy. The knight seemed to fight through the wound and keep going. He threw several of Frey's knives, which impressed Frey even further, for they hit their target.

As Ser Clancy engaged and killed another bandit, one of the dagger wielding ones circled around behind the knight. "Behind you!" he called to the knight, who stabbed backward killing him too. Then he dealt with the last two archers. Frey heard footsteps and turned his head to see the leader running at him, sword raised. The thief braced himself, prepared for some sort of pain or death. But Ser Clancy came between Frey and the bandit, sword rather close to Frey's face. They clashed swords and the knight taunted the bandit, who retaliated by tripping the knight up and slashing his side.

Frey groaned as Ser Clancy landed on him, once again he had the wind knocked out him. The bandit leader came in for the kill, but ended up dying himself. The knight impaled the man on his sword, from his position on top of Frey. Ser Clancy moved in such a way that the bandit didn't fall on top of them and stood up at the same time. As soon as the knight got off of him, Frey sat up and looked around, making sure that no bandits had remained hidden. Luckily none had, so for the time being they were safe. The knight took care of both Frey's wound and his own and retrieved his weapons. He then returned to Frey and offered him a hand to help him up. "Time to move on..."

Frey gratefully accepted the hand and got to his feet with the knight's help. Well foot. Gingerly he put some weight on his injured leg, and found that while it hurt, it held his weight. Trying to take a step didn't do so well. He could literally hear his leg saying nope as it gave. He had to grab onto the nearest solid object to keep from ending up back in the ground. That object was of course Ser Clancy's arm, which he held onto with a iron grip. When he noticed just what it was he was grabbing, he let go as it the arm had just bitten him, and did an odd one legged jump back. "Sorry!"

Frey was a little frightened about what Ser Clancy's response would be. Anybody else would have been mocking him for his weakness, any other knight would have refused to help him at all. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed the knight's help. It was obvious from the battle that the knight could in fact protect Frey. The thief didn't know how the knight was going to react, but he hoped it was better than most. He had already showed kindness before, maybe he would show it again.

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The attack by the bandits, though fierce, did act as a reality check to both Rowan and to Frey. It was true that the bandits were low in number, alas their defeat was inevitable against one of Tal's finest, but the information of their whereabouts was more concerning than those who actually engaged them. If Rowan was completely honest with himself, the task of bringing in a thief was not a job for a knight, at least such were his inner thoughts as time went on and as each day passed. However, in light of this attack, clearly the wanted thief whose skills evaded Tal's finest this long, were skills that would be sought by rival kingdoms to undermine the Kingdom of Tal, which was all the more reason why Rowan's duty was important.

Those bandits had revealed of how they wished to take the thief and recieve the bounty as a reward, but when a man of Frey's skills was highly desired, Frey mightswell be put into an auction house and awaiting bids. Rowan initially underestimated him at the start of his pursuit which had cost him this year long chase, such that came into question when he did not last long in that fight. Then again, before he had his weapons to actually attack and he was attacked by a crossbow at close range, both factors that had some weight in his abilities. It was however one thing to give his prisoner freedom, but to arm him? such was treading on very thin ice, though Frey did warn him of the bandits' attack from his rear which was something he supposed, but then again, he as other thieves would of preferred the enemy they know rather than the enemy they do not know.

All because he was one of Tal's finest, didn't mean he could take on armies. However, his thoughts froze for the moment when he felt something hard grabbed him, his instincts telling him it was Frey since he was the only one in his vicinity, who he then turned to as he let go and hopped back one space, "Sorry!" as he apologised to him. From when he first met Frey properly at the cliffs, he had certainly changed, so Rowan still believed that Frey had a chance to have a second chance, something not many get. Gaining favour with the King or the King's best has their rewards. "There is no need to apologise. We are co-operating now, aren't we?", as he pulled out the arrow which hit his shoulder but really it was just his shoulder pad, before motioning him to hold that.

However as he did so, Rowan's concern was turning into reality as he heard some rustling again. In response, Rowan picked him up by the legs and carried him into the forestry area where the bandits had formally introduced themselves moments ago so that he could get Rowan hidden, using his hand to motion silence as Rowan remained vigilant at two men who had appeared out of the other side of the road to see the 'mess' Rowan had left. "They failed", one of them said, followed by another voice, "Then we better head back and let the others know", as sounds got quieter and quieter.

Once Rowan felt they were in the clear, he then spoke up, "As I said before, you are a wanted man Frey Albion. You may believe your actions were justified by having good intentions, but you have been noticed, catching the intention of those who wish to capture you for not so good intentions...I spoke to you before of how our King cannot be everywhere which is why he holds council, but much has been on our King's mind recently, which is the disturbing movements of the Kingdom of Praetor which are on the rise, whose sigil I could see on those men. We must pro--ceed with caution and get these wounds seen to as so--on as possible", Rowan explained while feeling his wound, picking Frey up with his weak side hadn't helped, but he did have his duty.

However as per usual, Rowan blocked his pain and ignored it, as he lifted Frey up with his arm and held him up before he could stand, until motioning him to use his shoulder as he did before. If Frey didn't have the support, then getting to the nearest town would be difficult. "Nearest town should not be so far away...", he then added so Frey knew where they were heading, and as a precaution incase Rowan collapsed from the effects of the wound on his side, but such was only a worst case scenario. His mind remaining strong on his goal as he continued forward. He hoped that with explaining the wider scheme of things to Frey, that Frey would realise his position as well as Rowan's and the Kingdom of Tal in general.