THE PALADIN & THE ROGUE
THE TILEXIAL FOREST
Sir Stalos continues his trek northward, the rain continuing to pour down upon him, getting worse the further north he rides.
The cloaked girl running just enough to keep up with his horse…
…he brings it to a halt, and faces her.
“Why are you following me…” he spoke slightly bugged.
“Aren’t you a Paladin? Shouldn’t you offer to put me on your horse with you,” she spoke flashing those dark eyes, hoping to convince him.
“I am not with the Order of the Red Phoenix,” he replied, and began to turn northward once more.
“I know… Your tabard is blank… But you’re still a Paladin, right?” she replied.
He faces her once more, “What is it you want, how do you know I’m heading anywhere you’d want to be?”
“North is good enough,” she spoke, looking back behind her as if she might be being followed.
“Very well,” with this he reaches down, and pulls her up so that she’s sitting behind him.
She wraps her arms around him loosely, “Thank you…”
They rode for a while, neither speaking, until…
“Don’t you want to know why they were holding me captive?” she spoke.
“Not really,” Sir Stalos replied.
“Humor me…” she repsonded.
“Very well, why were they holding you captive…” he spoke more than asked.
“I stole some of the offerings from their chapel…”
Sir Stalos did not reply.
“Nothing? No judging comments?” she spoke, almost disappointed.
Suddenly he brought his horse to a halt, and had her get off…
…he dismounted as well, and began building a fire under a tree, where the rain wouldn’t extinguish it.
“Nothing more than what I expected,” he replied as he passed his hands over a pile of wood, and lit it ablaze.
She watched in slight awe, “What is it like to do that?”
He looked up at her, “You ask a lot of questions…” he replied, then sat on a log by the fire, and gathered some food from his pack.
She sat on the log across from him, “Yeah…”
He threw her some bread, “Scoping me out?”
“Oh… I don’t know,” she takes a big bite out of the piece of bread, as if she hadn’t eaten for days… she hadn’t.
He watched, then catches himself, not wanting to get too invested in someone he knew he couldn’t trust.
“I am not your judge, nor jury… What you’ve done is between The Order of the Red Phoenix, and you,” he concluded as he finished up his eating.
She looks back, watching for something.
He notices, “What will you do if they come for you?.
She, almost startled, looks over at him, “I don’t know.”
“Hmm…” he stands, “Well, we can rest here, or move on.”
She stares up at him, “There’s something different about you… What happened to your god?” she spoke.
“We rest here then,” with this he lays out his bedroll under the tree, takes his chest plate off, and lays down.
She just watches as he falls asleep.