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<blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 3417275" data-attributes="member: 11"><p><strong>Session #4 - "Delirium Tremens" (part 2 of 4)</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ralem, the 15th of Sek – 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.) </span></p><p></p><p>The next day felt agonizingly long. The sun wove its way around gray spitting clouds coming out hot enough to make the swamp sizzle until it made its way behind a strip of cloud again. Timotheus Smith did not let the day go by without forcing Telémahkos to practice his skill at arms. He drove his cousin hard and even sparred with Bleys, commending him on his swordsmanship, for a wizard. Valerius alternated between caring for Victoria and for his master. The latter had spent nearly an hour near dawn ranting at the top of his lungs and then mewling like a tortured kitten about his pain for another before slipping into something closer to a coma than to sleep. Victoria was slightly more clear headed the next day, but not by much. They kept her in the tent as much as possible, and changed the subject whenever she asked for Argos. </p><p></p><p>Markos spent most of the day with his nose buried in a book, occasionally scribbling a note with a piece of charcoal in the margins.</p><p></p><p>The night before it had been agreed that they would wait for Sir Quintus Gosprey’s recovery, and decide then what to do with him, and whether to keep his secret. Bleys promised Chok’tem that they would make sure the knight kept his promise and would talk on his behalf to Lord Swann, and that if Sir Quintus would not, he would carry the word himself. Chok’tem did not seem too impressed with the watch-mage’s promises.</p><p></p><p>As evening fell, Telémahkos and Timotheus went for a walk about the ruin, talking something over; sometimes heatedly. By this time Victoria was much closer to her normal self, but still a bit slow with her words, and had joined the other around the fire that Valerius made for them.</p><p></p><p>When the cousins returned, Tim sat down, but Telémahkos remained standing. “I just wanted to say something while I had everyone gathered together,” he cleared his throat, and increased his volume to be heard over the cacophony of toads and insects rising with the darkness. “I just wanted to…”</p><p></p><p>But Timotheus stood, interrupting. “Can I just say something? As a general rule can we just <em>try</em> to stick together in a fight?”</p><p></p><p>“No!” Telémahkos said. “As a general rule I think tactics are better served by my skills if I stay out of the fight a little while and move in where there is weakness, or to make sure we are not being flanked…”</p><p></p><p>Markos snorted loudly and then covered his mouth to muffle his laughter.</p><p></p><p>Telémahkos continued, but glared at the lithe sailor. “…I am not a frontline fighter…”</p><p></p><p>“But that’s not the same as being a ways away…” Timotheus argued.</p><p></p><p>“But you have to look at the context, you can’t blame me…” Telémahkos’ voice raised in pitch as did his frustration.</p><p></p><p>Tim threw his hands up. “I am not talking about blaming or accusing anyone…”</p><p></p><p>“I am,” Markos said, slipping his words into a pause in Tim’s. </p><p></p><p>“Oh! C’mon, Markos!” Timotheus snapped. “All I am saying is <em>next time</em>… Let’s do it better next time… Okay? Let’s drop the subject…”</p><p></p><p>“You’re just delaying the inevitable,” Markos said. “We need to hash this out. Because some people were too busy playing with one lizardman in the rear while everyone else was trying to deal with the real threat, and trying to help Sir Quintus…”</p><p></p><p>Telémahkos protested, and soon the two of them were yelling at each other regarding tactics and the each person’s role in the party.</p><p></p><p>“Are you going to fight or what?” Timotheus asked, with a slight mocking tone.</p><p></p><p>”They are already fighting,” Bleys said in his monotone. “The wounds scored from battles with words often cut deeper than blades.”</p><p></p><p>“Every word you say just reinforces that are naught but a bleeding cunny,” Markos spat. “Everyone knows why you were running around dealing with one while everyone else did the real fighting, even if they won’t say it…”</p><p></p><p>“Victoria was with me…” Telémahkos said. </p><p></p><p>“Are… Did you just call us cowards?” the militant finally spoke, confusion evident in her voice.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Markos said spitefully.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s let it go…” Timotheus tried.</p><p></p><p>“I think it better to air it out now,” Laarus spoke up</p><p></p><p>“No, I concur with Tim,” Markos suddenly changed his tact. “I am getting angry in thinking about the subject, and quite frankly I shouldn’t get angry at all, because this is just about what I expected from a group of nobles… So I apologize to you all… with a few exceptions.”</p><p></p><p>There were groans around the fire. “Oh, thanks a lot!” Timotheus rolled his eyes.</p><p></p><p>“The brilliant tactician…” Bleys muttered sarcastically.</p><p></p><p>“Whu… What exceptions?” Victoria asked, scrunching up her face in confusion, trying to reconstruct the argument in her addled mind. “What don’t you apologize for?”</p><p></p><p>Markos was taken aback by the question. “I don’t apologize for… <em>anything</em>.”</p><p></p><p>“My mind may be foggy, but I am not stupid enough to not realize you just contradicted yourself,” Victoria replied. “You just said you apologized… Am I merely confused?”</p><p></p><p>“You are right,” Markos said, his tone growing more and more petulant. “I do apologize. I apologize for making an issue of something when I should not have a right to be surprised by what I see from you all… which is exactly what I expected…”</p><p></p><p>“That is no kind of apology!” Victoria said angrily. “That is not an apology where I come from…”</p><p></p><p>“Basically, he expected us to be idiots, and by not doing what he thinks we should have done we have displayed our idiocy,” Telémahkos said.</p><p></p><p>“Markos…” Timotheus said calmly. “If Victoria kicks your ass I am not helping you… You are digging your own grave.”</p><p></p><p>“I am not afraid,” Markos replied. “I have gotten my ass kicked quite often. I am still gonna speak my mind. I am not a coward like some others…” He let his eyes trail towards Telémahkos.</p><p></p><p>“Fine, then I will give you one night to prepare, and to think over your words,” Victoria stammered. “And if you are still this angry in the morning, then meet me… uh… outside of the keep…”</p><p></p><p>“The muddy plain beyond the gate would be a good open place for a duel,” Bleys offered.</p><p></p><p>”Uh… Yes, that will do…” Victoria agreed.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not gonna wait until tomorrow,” Markos said, as he stood. He raised his hands and gestured with a fist for the militant of Anhur to stand, as he stepped towards her. “Come on. Let’s go. You’ve got an issue? Let’s do it…”</p><p></p><p>Everyone scooched back a bit and began to get to their feet.</p><p></p><p>“Markos…” Laarus began.</p><p></p><p>“Very well…” Victoria said as she slowly stood, but before get all the way to her feet, Markos stepped in and socked her with a hard jab to the chin.</p><p></p><p>“Treacherous dog!” Victoria roared.</p><p></p><p>“Okay everyone, give them room! No weapons!” Timotheus said, stretching his arms out to corral the fight away from the fire.</p><p></p><p>Sighing, Bleys the Aubergine walked away to check on the horses.</p><p></p><p>“Treacherous? Dog? You all and all of your station are the ones that are treacherous, and pampered and used to getting whatever you want!” He took another swing, but Victoria was no stranger to fighting. She grabbed his arm and twisted it hard behind his body, locking it there. </p><p></p><p>“Take back your insults,” she said as jerked the arm harder.</p><p></p><p>“Take back you air of entitlement!” Markos mocked as he shimmied out of her hold and spun around, but was startled by a forearm to the face that was followed by having his head and arm locked against her side. Victoria was not wearing armor, just a simple gray shift over leather trousers. Markos dropped his legs, sending Victoria off balance and she had to let go to keep from falling. She stumbled forward avoiding the wizard’s wild punches, and they struggled for a time, neither one of them getting an advantage, until a well-placed kick between the legs sent Markos stumbling back, gasping.</p><p></p><p>“Ooh! That’s gotta hurt!” Timotheus called out, his wide smile shining in the firelight.</p><p></p><p>“Take back your insult to Anhur and my family,” Victoria said.</p><p></p><p>“If the truth is an insult, then be insulted!” Markos said between gasps. He rushed the militant, but she was ready for him again, grabbing him about the neck and squeezing and twisting, until Markos shuddered and passed out.</p><p></p><p>“Okay! Let him go. You won!” Timotheus said. She dropped him into the mud, and Laarus and Timotheus carried him over to the tent, making sure he was not hurt too bad.</p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Isilem, the 16th of Sek – 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.) </span></p><p></p><p>The next day Markos crawled out of the tent achingly. He found Telémahkos by the fire pit, practicing his juggling. The blond noble let the stones he was practicing with drop into the mud.</p><p></p><p>“It is a good thing your own morality is superior to that of nobles, or else you might not have been able to punch a woman in the face,” Telie said with mocking tone.</p><p></p><p>”She challenged me…” Markos protested.</p><p></p><p>“Oh yes, I know… And I am sure she was ready for that first blow,” Telémahkos replied. “You know, the only good shot you got in?” He turned to pick up the stones he had let dropped. “Now that I know about your ways, I expect a blow from behind any moment now…” He said without looking at Markos. </p><p></p><p>“Your kind have gone through life getting everything you ever expected,” Markos continued. “I am not play a part in keeping that up…”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, right… Because somehow you know something of my life from the few days we have know each other,” Telémahkos replied, finally turning.</p><p></p><p>“Well, you have done nothing to make me doubt my assumptions,” Markos said. </p><p></p><p>Bleys was cleaning the horses, and packing gear in hopes of getting out of the bog that day, when Victoria walked over to where the animals were kept.</p><p></p><p>“Has anyone seen Argos?” she asked, echoing her question from the day before.</p><p></p><p>“The horse is chum for the plant in the pit,” Bleys replied, in his typical cold demeanor.</p><p></p><p>“What?” Victoria turned and took a step towards the covered pit, but Timotheus who was walking over stepped in her way.</p><p></p><p>“It was the plant that caused your befuddlement,” Bleys said. “Stay away.”</p><p></p><p>“No one tried to get him out there?”</p><p></p><p>“It fell and broke its legs. You know what happens to horses that break legs,” Bleys said.</p><p></p><p>“Why don’t you tell her he suffered horribly while you are at it,” Telémahkos said shaking his head as he came over to join the conversation.</p><p></p><p>“Chok’tem killed it before it could suffer for too long,” Bleys explained.</p><p></p><p>“You are not going to be insulted by that now, are you?” Markos asked sarcastically, but the sarcasm was lost on the militant of Anhur.</p><p></p><p>“No, it needed to be done… And I am sure that if the lizardman could not have done it, one of you would have…” Victoria said, with sadness in her voice.</p><p></p><p>“Of course. I have too much respect for the noble animal to let one suffer like that,” Bleys said.</p><p></p><p>They went into the ruined stone building to check on Sir Quintus. He was awake and alert and insisted he was ready to be freed and to deal with his obligations. However, when Chok’tem arrived a few minutes later, carrying a mesh bag full of small flopping fish, he said the knight was not yet ready to be let go. </p><p></p><p>“Perhapsss tomorrow…”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps we should leave him here to recover and go speak to Lord Swann ourselves,” Markos suggested.</p><p></p><p>“Why won’t you let me do it myself?” Sir Quintus asked. “I will do it.”</p><p></p><p>“Because you are unreliable and without honor,” Bleys replied.</p><p></p><p>“Let him prove himself,” Laarus said.</p><p></p><p>“It is just that I want my name kept out of the business with the smugglers and the shannis,” Sir Quintus said. “If I go, I can talk to Lord Swann and keep my promise and give a version of the story that is best for everyone without asking you to lie or omit…” The knight’s voice was a hoarse whisper, and he panted heavily between words, wiping spittle from the corner of his mouth.</p><p></p><p>“I have already promised to bring word to Lord Swann myself,” Bleys said. “I will not lie to Chok’tem…”</p><p></p><p>“You said if Sir Quintus did not…” Markos said.</p><p></p><p>“No, I simply said I would.”</p><p></p><p>“What if he delivers the message in your presence?” Markos asked.</p><p></p><p>“That could be satisfactory…” Bleys replied.</p><p></p><p>“But I cannot go right away,” Quintus interjected. “I need to find my men…”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps you do not understand your choices here,” Markos said roughly. “You can come with us from here to talk to Lord Swann in our presence, or you can go your own way and we will tell him the tale and leave no part out. We will not lie for you…”</p><p></p><p>“But they will be looking for me… I have a responsibility to them…” </p><p></p><p>“They are most likely back at your keep by now,” Laarus said. “We passed them on the Beach Road several days ago…”</p><p></p><p>“Then accompany me to Gullmoor so that they might know where I am going, and…” Quintus began.</p><p></p><p>“For what? So you can have your men arrest or detain us?” Bleys interjected. “I think not.”</p><p></p><p>“And a true nobleman and knight should take responsibility for his actions,” Victoria said.</p><p></p><p>“I am more than willing to take responsibility…”</p><p></p><p>“But you want to leave your name out of it…?” Victoria was puzzled. “Accept your shame and get past it.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe in your House things are different…” Sir Quintus said.</p><p></p><p>“If you are fearful of losing your status in your family for your mistake, I am sorry, but you need to understand that you made a mistake,” Victoria said.</p><p></p><p>“It is not my own status, but that of my family…”</p><p></p><p>“Well, your choice is simple and under your own control,” Markos said. “Shall I reiterate it?”</p><p></p><p>“I shall accompany you…”</p><p></p><p>Now that that was settled, the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland made to go back to their camp.</p><p></p><p>“Wait!” Chok’tem called to them. “I need to asssk ssssomething of you… Pleassssse do not yell and fight in the night… There are other things in the swamp that could be drawn by the noisssse…”</p><p></p><p>Timotheus and Telémahkos laughed, but Bleys looked at Victoria and Markos sternly, before turning back to the lizardman and nodding.</p><p></p><p><em>. . .to be continued. . .</em></p><p></p><p>----------------------------------------</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="el-remmen, post: 3417275, member: 11"] [b]Session #4 - "Delirium Tremens" (part 2 of 4)[/b] [size=5]Ralem, the 15th of Sek – 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.) [/size] The next day felt agonizingly long. The sun wove its way around gray spitting clouds coming out hot enough to make the swamp sizzle until it made its way behind a strip of cloud again. Timotheus Smith did not let the day go by without forcing Telémahkos to practice his skill at arms. He drove his cousin hard and even sparred with Bleys, commending him on his swordsmanship, for a wizard. Valerius alternated between caring for Victoria and for his master. The latter had spent nearly an hour near dawn ranting at the top of his lungs and then mewling like a tortured kitten about his pain for another before slipping into something closer to a coma than to sleep. Victoria was slightly more clear headed the next day, but not by much. They kept her in the tent as much as possible, and changed the subject whenever she asked for Argos. Markos spent most of the day with his nose buried in a book, occasionally scribbling a note with a piece of charcoal in the margins. The night before it had been agreed that they would wait for Sir Quintus Gosprey’s recovery, and decide then what to do with him, and whether to keep his secret. Bleys promised Chok’tem that they would make sure the knight kept his promise and would talk on his behalf to Lord Swann, and that if Sir Quintus would not, he would carry the word himself. Chok’tem did not seem too impressed with the watch-mage’s promises. As evening fell, Telémahkos and Timotheus went for a walk about the ruin, talking something over; sometimes heatedly. By this time Victoria was much closer to her normal self, but still a bit slow with her words, and had joined the other around the fire that Valerius made for them. When the cousins returned, Tim sat down, but Telémahkos remained standing. “I just wanted to say something while I had everyone gathered together,” he cleared his throat, and increased his volume to be heard over the cacophony of toads and insects rising with the darkness. “I just wanted to…” But Timotheus stood, interrupting. “Can I just say something? As a general rule can we just [I]try[/I] to stick together in a fight?” “No!” Telémahkos said. “As a general rule I think tactics are better served by my skills if I stay out of the fight a little while and move in where there is weakness, or to make sure we are not being flanked…” Markos snorted loudly and then covered his mouth to muffle his laughter. Telémahkos continued, but glared at the lithe sailor. “…I am not a frontline fighter…” “But that’s not the same as being a ways away…” Timotheus argued. “But you have to look at the context, you can’t blame me…” Telémahkos’ voice raised in pitch as did his frustration. Tim threw his hands up. “I am not talking about blaming or accusing anyone…” “I am,” Markos said, slipping his words into a pause in Tim’s. “Oh! C’mon, Markos!” Timotheus snapped. “All I am saying is [I]next time[/I]… Let’s do it better next time… Okay? Let’s drop the subject…” “You’re just delaying the inevitable,” Markos said. “We need to hash this out. Because some people were too busy playing with one lizardman in the rear while everyone else was trying to deal with the real threat, and trying to help Sir Quintus…” Telémahkos protested, and soon the two of them were yelling at each other regarding tactics and the each person’s role in the party. “Are you going to fight or what?” Timotheus asked, with a slight mocking tone. ”They are already fighting,” Bleys said in his monotone. “The wounds scored from battles with words often cut deeper than blades.” “Every word you say just reinforces that are naught but a bleeding cunny,” Markos spat. “Everyone knows why you were running around dealing with one while everyone else did the real fighting, even if they won’t say it…” “Victoria was with me…” Telémahkos said. “Are… Did you just call us cowards?” the militant finally spoke, confusion evident in her voice. “Yes,” Markos said spitefully. “Let’s let it go…” Timotheus tried. “I think it better to air it out now,” Laarus spoke up “No, I concur with Tim,” Markos suddenly changed his tact. “I am getting angry in thinking about the subject, and quite frankly I shouldn’t get angry at all, because this is just about what I expected from a group of nobles… So I apologize to you all… with a few exceptions.” There were groans around the fire. “Oh, thanks a lot!” Timotheus rolled his eyes. “The brilliant tactician…” Bleys muttered sarcastically. “Whu… What exceptions?” Victoria asked, scrunching up her face in confusion, trying to reconstruct the argument in her addled mind. “What don’t you apologize for?” Markos was taken aback by the question. “I don’t apologize for… [I]anything[/I].” “My mind may be foggy, but I am not stupid enough to not realize you just contradicted yourself,” Victoria replied. “You just said you apologized… Am I merely confused?” “You are right,” Markos said, his tone growing more and more petulant. “I do apologize. I apologize for making an issue of something when I should not have a right to be surprised by what I see from you all… which is exactly what I expected…” “That is no kind of apology!” Victoria said angrily. “That is not an apology where I come from…” “Basically, he expected us to be idiots, and by not doing what he thinks we should have done we have displayed our idiocy,” Telémahkos said. “Markos…” Timotheus said calmly. “If Victoria kicks your ass I am not helping you… You are digging your own grave.” “I am not afraid,” Markos replied. “I have gotten my ass kicked quite often. I am still gonna speak my mind. I am not a coward like some others…” He let his eyes trail towards Telémahkos. “Fine, then I will give you one night to prepare, and to think over your words,” Victoria stammered. “And if you are still this angry in the morning, then meet me… uh… outside of the keep…” “The muddy plain beyond the gate would be a good open place for a duel,” Bleys offered. ”Uh… Yes, that will do…” Victoria agreed. “I’m not gonna wait until tomorrow,” Markos said, as he stood. He raised his hands and gestured with a fist for the militant of Anhur to stand, as he stepped towards her. “Come on. Let’s go. You’ve got an issue? Let’s do it…” Everyone scooched back a bit and began to get to their feet. “Markos…” Laarus began. “Very well…” Victoria said as she slowly stood, but before get all the way to her feet, Markos stepped in and socked her with a hard jab to the chin. “Treacherous dog!” Victoria roared. “Okay everyone, give them room! No weapons!” Timotheus said, stretching his arms out to corral the fight away from the fire. Sighing, Bleys the Aubergine walked away to check on the horses. “Treacherous? Dog? You all and all of your station are the ones that are treacherous, and pampered and used to getting whatever you want!” He took another swing, but Victoria was no stranger to fighting. She grabbed his arm and twisted it hard behind his body, locking it there. “Take back your insults,” she said as jerked the arm harder. “Take back you air of entitlement!” Markos mocked as he shimmied out of her hold and spun around, but was startled by a forearm to the face that was followed by having his head and arm locked against her side. Victoria was not wearing armor, just a simple gray shift over leather trousers. Markos dropped his legs, sending Victoria off balance and she had to let go to keep from falling. She stumbled forward avoiding the wizard’s wild punches, and they struggled for a time, neither one of them getting an advantage, until a well-placed kick between the legs sent Markos stumbling back, gasping. “Ooh! That’s gotta hurt!” Timotheus called out, his wide smile shining in the firelight. “Take back your insult to Anhur and my family,” Victoria said. “If the truth is an insult, then be insulted!” Markos said between gasps. He rushed the militant, but she was ready for him again, grabbing him about the neck and squeezing and twisting, until Markos shuddered and passed out. “Okay! Let him go. You won!” Timotheus said. She dropped him into the mud, and Laarus and Timotheus carried him over to the tent, making sure he was not hurt too bad. [size=5]Isilem, the 16th of Sek – 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.) [/size] The next day Markos crawled out of the tent achingly. He found Telémahkos by the fire pit, practicing his juggling. The blond noble let the stones he was practicing with drop into the mud. “It is a good thing your own morality is superior to that of nobles, or else you might not have been able to punch a woman in the face,” Telie said with mocking tone. ”She challenged me…” Markos protested. “Oh yes, I know… And I am sure she was ready for that first blow,” Telémahkos replied. “You know, the only good shot you got in?” He turned to pick up the stones he had let dropped. “Now that I know about your ways, I expect a blow from behind any moment now…” He said without looking at Markos. “Your kind have gone through life getting everything you ever expected,” Markos continued. “I am not play a part in keeping that up…” “Yes, right… Because somehow you know something of my life from the few days we have know each other,” Telémahkos replied, finally turning. “Well, you have done nothing to make me doubt my assumptions,” Markos said. Bleys was cleaning the horses, and packing gear in hopes of getting out of the bog that day, when Victoria walked over to where the animals were kept. “Has anyone seen Argos?” she asked, echoing her question from the day before. “The horse is chum for the plant in the pit,” Bleys replied, in his typical cold demeanor. “What?” Victoria turned and took a step towards the covered pit, but Timotheus who was walking over stepped in her way. “It was the plant that caused your befuddlement,” Bleys said. “Stay away.” “No one tried to get him out there?” “It fell and broke its legs. You know what happens to horses that break legs,” Bleys said. “Why don’t you tell her he suffered horribly while you are at it,” Telémahkos said shaking his head as he came over to join the conversation. “Chok’tem killed it before it could suffer for too long,” Bleys explained. “You are not going to be insulted by that now, are you?” Markos asked sarcastically, but the sarcasm was lost on the militant of Anhur. “No, it needed to be done… And I am sure that if the lizardman could not have done it, one of you would have…” Victoria said, with sadness in her voice. “Of course. I have too much respect for the noble animal to let one suffer like that,” Bleys said. They went into the ruined stone building to check on Sir Quintus. He was awake and alert and insisted he was ready to be freed and to deal with his obligations. However, when Chok’tem arrived a few minutes later, carrying a mesh bag full of small flopping fish, he said the knight was not yet ready to be let go. “Perhapsss tomorrow…” “Perhaps we should leave him here to recover and go speak to Lord Swann ourselves,” Markos suggested. “Why won’t you let me do it myself?” Sir Quintus asked. “I will do it.” “Because you are unreliable and without honor,” Bleys replied. “Let him prove himself,” Laarus said. “It is just that I want my name kept out of the business with the smugglers and the shannis,” Sir Quintus said. “If I go, I can talk to Lord Swann and keep my promise and give a version of the story that is best for everyone without asking you to lie or omit…” The knight’s voice was a hoarse whisper, and he panted heavily between words, wiping spittle from the corner of his mouth. “I have already promised to bring word to Lord Swann myself,” Bleys said. “I will not lie to Chok’tem…” “You said if Sir Quintus did not…” Markos said. “No, I simply said I would.” “What if he delivers the message in your presence?” Markos asked. “That could be satisfactory…” Bleys replied. “But I cannot go right away,” Quintus interjected. “I need to find my men…” “Perhaps you do not understand your choices here,” Markos said roughly. “You can come with us from here to talk to Lord Swann in our presence, or you can go your own way and we will tell him the tale and leave no part out. We will not lie for you…” “But they will be looking for me… I have a responsibility to them…” “They are most likely back at your keep by now,” Laarus said. “We passed them on the Beach Road several days ago…” “Then accompany me to Gullmoor so that they might know where I am going, and…” Quintus began. “For what? So you can have your men arrest or detain us?” Bleys interjected. “I think not.” “And a true nobleman and knight should take responsibility for his actions,” Victoria said. “I am more than willing to take responsibility…” “But you want to leave your name out of it…?” Victoria was puzzled. “Accept your shame and get past it.” “Maybe in your House things are different…” Sir Quintus said. “If you are fearful of losing your status in your family for your mistake, I am sorry, but you need to understand that you made a mistake,” Victoria said. “It is not my own status, but that of my family…” “Well, your choice is simple and under your own control,” Markos said. “Shall I reiterate it?” “I shall accompany you…” Now that that was settled, the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland made to go back to their camp. “Wait!” Chok’tem called to them. “I need to asssk ssssomething of you… Pleassssse do not yell and fight in the night… There are other things in the swamp that could be drawn by the noisssse…” Timotheus and Telémahkos laughed, but Bleys looked at Victoria and Markos sternly, before turning back to the lizardman and nodding. [I]. . .to be continued. . .[/I] ---------------------------------------- [/QUOTE]
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