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The roads of Aquitaine were a familiar sight to Lucian. Across the horizon were the vineyards, orchards, and plantations that were all devoted to the production of the wines the region was famous for. The sun only accented these lands as it gave everything that was infront of them more color than it had any right to have.
Lucian could tell the people were anxious as they passed. Being a Black Knight did carry something of a stigma about it and yet it was most likely their Lizardman companions who were bringing the most ire.
“So we should make it to the border close to sundown you thinkin?” Asked Adok as the Dwarf lounged in the driver’s chair had made for himself.
“We should be. Count Remon was already close to the border as it was and we do not have an entire force of infantry marching with us.” Lucian said as he remembered the maps that he was pouring himself over the previous night, “This road will take us to the shrine and border to Bastonne.”
As they were talking Lucian could hear a low rumble from the Kroxigor. It was enough to get the attention of Lucian and Adok for it seemed odd. It was not the rumble of a monster, but sounded close to a call out.
It was Tyny who provided the translation, “There is a warmblood ahead of us on the road. Bok can smell its warmblood dripping upon the soil.”
The two fighters prepared their weapons upon the obvious weariness within the lizard’s voice. Specifically blood being mentioned was enough to get Lucian slightly agitated. The rune which sat at his chest however did not rumble against the coming fight.
The sense of the beast was proven as they crossed three whole hills before arriving at the injured person. The body of who laid at the side of the road in a ruinous fashion.
They all watched as the person raised their head towards them all, “H-help…”
With a wave of his hand Lucian had his fellows stop in their tracks. With hesitation he marched his beast forward towards the fallen figure.
