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A brush of cold air caressed the arm of Lucian. It was in some way a pain and a nuisance that Lucian had to deal with for there was not a border to protect him. Already the Peasants were given the place where the ground was damp and exposed to the winds, Lucian found himself being pushed off into the rim of such a damning spot.
It was a somewhat sour taste he was getting now that his act of bravery was giving him such a bother. He would have tried to join the Priests of Morr but their lot was within the Nobles. He, a Man-At-Arms, when found out by the Yeoman would be at the very least severely beaten for such a transgression.
He felt his wounds ache as the cold air touched him. At the very least he was alive and well. Morr did not wish for him and he would find it mocking the Deathgod if the thing to kill Lucian was a case of plague. Morr would not allow that. Lucian knew that for sure.
Taking the piece of stale bread he took a bite. Such a meal was pleasant enough for someone of his rank. Sure he was able to enjoy the berries of the farm it was these breads and cheap meat that he enjoyed.
He could not eat in peace though as long as Truffles looked at him with a requesting stare. The beast having done its duty for Morr returning to Lucian looking to receive its price of labor. Taking a small crack of the bread he handed it towards the creature and the donkey ate it readily.
“Where is he?” Lucian heard a deep rumbling voice from among the tents.
Lucian felt curiosity spike, his eyes seeing from among the numerous tents a rather short person. The first thing that Lucian realized was that the person was covered from head to toe in some kind of steel armor, which upon his back was a giant hammer that looked to belong to a smithy if not for its outrageous size.
Such armor was decorated with all sorts of markings and strange symbols that Lucian could not make sense of. Some of them were straight lines that were like the rough writings Lucian had seen while others were curvy like a decoration. Upon his stomach was a decorative face made from metal.
Lucian would have called the man a noble. Only Nobles in Bretonnia are allowed to carry such armor in both battle and everyday. It was after all their right as Knights to be protected far better than a Peasant.
What gave away that this was no Noble was his stature being smaller than even a teenager, and the outrageously long beard he had.
