by FF Fanatic 80 » Sun Jan 27, 2008 4:05 pm
As Daniel completes yet another round about their camp, he happens to catch sight of Myrnal speaking with Charles. For a moment, he feels a bit of relief. It means someone is watching out for the Doman monarch, so he can concentrate on the patrol. He tells himself to thank Myrnal later for looking after Charles so well.
But as quickly as that relief comes, the reality of the situation enters his thoughts. Aside from asking earlier if he was ok (for what felt like a dozen times), Myrnal didn't say much about the incident with Charles. Now a whole new set of worries occupy his mind, along with the dread of talking to Charles. Despite a trip into her mind, which gave him uncomfortably close insight into her past, he honestly knows little about who Myrnal is. He has no idea about her feelings toward Charles, or his intentions. And because of that, he has no idea what to expect from the two of them talking. Would they be civil? Or was their the risk of either snapping and getting violent?
With those fears in mind, he decides to assess the situation. Rather than simply walking over and asking directly, he decides to speak to them under another pretense. As he comes around the camp once more, Daniel purposely walks close to the monarch and mercenary. Once he's close enough, and has their attention, Daniel stands straight, getting into an 'official' stance to report the situation.
"Everything around the perimeter of the camp is clear so far, your highness." Daniel reports to Charles. He waits for a response, occasionally glancing over at Myrnal.
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Field rations. Hardly a tasty meal, but oh so satisfying to the stomach when you're hungry. He takes a few bites out of the bar of nourishment, leaning against one of the wagons and observing the camp.
Trevor knew going into this, there would be many moments to test their morale and resolve. But he never expected it to happen so soon, let alone for Charles to be the source. This whole situation had turned most of his thoughts and plans upside down, as he found himself unable to trust in Charles anymore. Despite that, however, he had to press forward. Words from his childhood come to mind, as he hears the words of his chancellor in his mind:
"Nothing ever goes precisely according to plan, Trevor. The Gods may know all things, but men have no such boon and can't plan accordingly. When the unexpected comes to pass, you must be ready to adapt to it."
As much as he disliked proving the man right at times, he was spot on with that advice. There was no use sitting around brooding about recent events. His homeland still needs saving, and he needs to work out what to do next. And as he looks around the camp, one important part comes to mind.
Kobakk.
The orc kept to himself at the camp, a common theme with the group of late. To Trevor, at least, it felt like Kobakk was remorseful about earlier. The important question, however, is what the remorse was for. He would need to find this out for himself.
Standing himself up, Trevor crosses the camp and heads toward Kobakk. Once he's close enough, he taps the man on the shoulder. In his other hand, he holds out an unopened ration bar.
"Care to share in some deliciously bland nutrition?" he asks.