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Before the light of morning washed upon the wooden and plastered scaffolding the peasants had already fled. Lucian awoke to watch the last barrel being loaded by Bok onto one of their carts, the man snapping the reins to get his mule moving across the way.
These people will take a long while before they reach the place of Remon. For Lucian and his group it was a two day track across the border but for a group of their size it will quickly inflate to four or even five days before reaching something that could be described as safety.
Through the entire morning there was no retreats or fleeing parties trying to return to the safety of the Knight. While there was the likelihood that they were ambushed and totally destroyed by either bandits of the brigands that had challenged them. Lucian prayed to Morr and the Lady that it was the later of these issues for he could not in good conscious thing that he sent nearly a hundred people to their deaths.
Indeed he would in some way have a crime just like the Vampire who destroyed his own home.
Lucian was currently upon a table writing with a quill within his hands. The man looking upon the paper dabbing the ink, “Adok, how would I write someone who was birthed through his mother’s ass?”
“Why you askin?” The Dwarf said as he looked over the knight’s shoulder, “By the Ancestor Gods!”
“Uh, should I stop?” Lucian asked as he was taken aback by his fellow’s reaction.
“Ha, no you shouldn’t!” Declared the Dwarf with a mighty laugh, “Af Wanrak Mari Ef Azaz. That would be like this.” The Dwarf began stratching on the table with a smirk.
The Peasant studied the writing and did as he was told, etching it into the fabric of the paper with care and hatred. Such a thing was more than enough to be just like a Dwarf’s favorite writing as he folded it and began preparing the stamp.
“Dat Umgi is not going to understand a thing.” The Dwarf said as he gave a small laugh, “You sure you don’t want to write it in your own language?”
“Yes, for the fool will endevor himself to find a translation of it and be mortified at what it means.” Lucian as he took a small wad of wax and took a slice out of it.