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“That… th-that was filling.” Lucian felt a slight slur of the tongue as while his constitution held his body still had copious amounts of alcohol within it, “That was the grrrreatest meal I have ever eaten in my life.”
“Dwwarfen wine, Umgi.” Laughed a now redfaced Adok as he looked at Lucian firmly, “Our quests have converged, its time we get you trained.”
The dwarf rolled off the small log that he was using as a chair before reaching down and pulling Lucian from his seat. Such was the strength of a Dwarf that the man found himself pulled onto his feet in seconds.
“W-whaaaat?” Lucian felt another punch of the alcohol as he could barely stumble upon his legs.
“You’re bound by another oath, Umgi.” The Dwarf answered as he began pulling Lucian through the camp, “We got to get it resolved or fulfilled!”
With the Dwarf’s grip as both something that was keeping him up and guiding him, Lucian found himself being transported through the Peasant camps. It was through mortal fascination that all the Peasants looked out of their tent to witness the Dwarf and Peasant cross the barrier between classes.
There were Yeoman who were supposed to be guarding the way but the moment these men saw Adok stammering his way into the thoroughfare they had decided to stand aside instead of interrupting what one dressed so nobly would want with a Peasant.
The colors were like a blur to Lucian as they passed tents of every shade. Now instead of Peasants it was Nobleman who were taking their attention to the two of them walking through their lawns. Some seemed almost prepare to cut the two of them where they stood yet others stopped their fellows from presenting a sword and rebuttal to the pair of them.
He should have felt ashamed by this but Lucian did not. He felt almost ecstatic as he felt like someone of the greatest import now. It must have been Adok and whatever favor he had with the Nobleman that kept them from striking the two of them down like many wanted.
When they arrived in the largest of the tents Adok slammed open the covers of the tent to reveal an entire hall filled with the chivalrous nobles all clad in their decorated armor. Every step that the two of them made the armors game more linens of gold and lettering that detailed deeds so great that Lucian could not hope to be witness to them.
Then they stopped before a large table set for Kings. On one side of the table stood the standard of Bastonne, a Red Dragon sat about with a yellow background. The other were twin flags of Aquitaine and Bordeleaux. They were standing before the Dukes themselves.
