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It’s with some difficulty that the knight affixes you on her horse behind her. While under normal circumstances, you would be more than capable of demanding and riding your own horse, this time things are… different. As present, you can do scant more than rest yourself upon the knight’s back. It feels most improper that you must conduct yourself in such a manner that you feel heat in your cheeks when you draw the attention of all others while you’re in such a beaten and bruised state. It feels almost like those peasants left you lying in the mud all night long- but you rest assured that Marie or Alyssa would have most definitely pulled you out of such a scenario! Surely!
Least, when your eyes fall upon Marie and Alyssa, you see them smiling and waving. One’s certainly more expressive than the other, though you feel the same amount of passion in both. Then the horse moves a bit further, and your eyes move to the carriage where a bound Lady and Heir sit bound, one glares at you with more hatred than you’ve ever seen in a person, while the other softly whimpers to herself. You’re sure you’ll learn the secrets of what transpired here, but that will be after a round with the Inquisition's interrogators. The saying usually goes that you wouldn’t wish that on your worst enemy, but if you’re being honest with yourself? You totally do.
Then, after a few minutes of everyone getting assembled, you’re off on a slow trot back to the capital. Sometimes the knights need to stop for a few moments to fight back some of the undead, but for (mostly) mage-knight graduates, such a thing is a trifling matter. The knight, whom you learn is named Gillian, speaks optimistically on the topic of the forest. Due to the emergency nature of this issue, a large malicious stretch of forest being awoken next to the capital city, no less(!) that some of the nation's most powerful mages have been assembled to assess and deal with the problem, and it shant not be a week until it is slain. Especially so given that some great wound seems to have afflicted it late last night. You allow yourself a satisfied smile as the trek continues on.
“-And that’s when we detached from the formation and led a valiant charge to the depths of the woods in search of that red beacon!” The knight continues in her boast half an hour into her trot, only to turn back and see your closed eyes, yourself having drifted off more than an hour ago.
