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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4849024" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 21, Part 2  “I found these two trying to get away,” Kormak said, leading the two unarmed Silver Knights back to the group. “Did you see what the cargo you were escorting did?” Suniel said, gesturing at the scorched battlefield and the big empty pit where they were burying the bodies.  “We tried to make you stop but you left us no alternative.” One of the Silver Knights set down the other that he was carrying, stood, put his hands behind his back and stood at attention, defiant.  “We had a contract.  In two hundred years, the Silver Knights have never breached their word.” “Who hired you?” Harold said. “I don't know.  It was a figure in a thick purple robe.” “And where were you taking those crystals?” Suniel said. “Just up the road,” the Knight said.  “We weren't told any more than that.” “And if we let you go, what will you do now?” Suniel said, his voice quiet. The Silver Knight turned and looked Suniel in the eyes.  There was sadness there, probably for the loss of his companions.  “I would take my injured friend back to the nearest Silver Knights Enclave where he could recover.” “What of your contract?” Harold said, narrowing his eyes at the knight.  “You said that Silver Knights never breached their word.” “I would not be breaching the contract.  It was to take the crates to the destination at the end of the road.”  He gestured at the blackened, debris-littered path.  “As you can see, the crates no longer exist.” “How is that not keeping your word?” Suniel said. “It means we failed in protecting it, not that we broke our contract.  I think my dead comrades are testament enough to our honor.” Suniel stared at the man for a moment, then nodded.  “Let him go.” *** Lord Bragas glanced at the pavilion smugly as he lit his lantern and walked into the cave.  He doubted any Greywarden could pass up the offer he'd made.  He looked up at the sun.  The Silver Knights were running a bit late, but he wasn't worried.  With their cargo, he could crush any Hold that opposed him. “Sir!” Bradic said, his plate armor clanking as he jogged over. “What is it, cousin?” Bragas said. “There are... visitors.” Something in Bradic's tone intrigued Bragas.  He turned and shone the lantern at Bradic's face.  “And?” “Well, there's an elf, a human with a bow, a hideous dwarf, and a rusty red construct with lightning in its eyes.” “Indeed?  Curious. And what might they be doing here?” “I'm not sure, but it can't be a good thing.  I told you we should never have gotten involved with-” “Peace, cousin Bradic,” the Advisor said, walking forward from the shadows of the cave, the purple of his deep-cowled robe seeming to blend with the darkness.  “My pets will take care of them if they are trouble.” “Pah, save your abominations,” Bragas said.  “My men and I are more than enough to take care of them.  Are the archers at their places on the cliff-side?” “Yes, I never told them to stand down after the Greywarden arrived.” “Perfect.  Let's go see what they want, shall we?”</blockquote>

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