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It was an odd thing, Lucian realized, as he was walking past the corpse of a peasant hanging from a nearby post. Before he was always below these poor men. Looking at them from the ground gave another feeling of horror that only instilled the obedience within him. Now though he was above even the hanging dead men, a fact that made the corpse just that little bit more dirty.
What could have caused a man this fate? Did he accidently get in the way of a Nobleman? Try to steal bread from the stockpile as his body recovered from the plentiful food presented to him in Castle Bastonne. Or, maybe, he had simply minced his words to a Nobleman in such a way that it stained the honor of the Nobleman in question. In such a public setting, where one’s honor was constantly measured, the Knight had the peasant executed for the crime of malspeech.
“This is so much better than walking.” Adok said as he laid on the wagon being carried by Truffles, “All this really needs is an anvil I’m thinking. Then me and this beast can ride valorously into battle!”
Lucian took the reins and carefully tugged them to bring the horse over. It took a moment for the horse to do so, which to Lucian seemed more that the Horse was making sure he meant to go in this direction. Answering his commands he was brought towards the Dwarf, “Truffles is an old ass, I do not think they would be good for battle.”
“The roads are very dangerous.” Pointed out Adok with a simple point of the finger, “I know for certain that trouble will reach us before we can confront it first.”
“Really?” Lucian asked with a small sense of disbelief within his voice, “How, the Knights protect the roads. I know that the forests are unsafe now but hordes cannot be hiding within.”
“It does not need to be hordes to ruin a traveler.” Adok walked over and took out a canturn that was within the wagon, “On my travels I have fought, both within the Empire of Man and Bretonnia, Beastmen, Orcs, Goblins, Mutants, and undead. All of them seeking to take the flesh and gold of a Dawi for themselves.”
“So we must always be ready to fight?”
“Aye, I remember once where I was attacked in my own room. Apparently the innkeeper was a cultist who thought my runes could be used. Fool.” The Dwarf said as he grew a smile, “When do you think we are going on the road?”