After a few minutes, the Blacksmith finishes with the sheathe.
He hands it to you.
Andar shrugs. When he left his room, he canât bear to leave the honey wine behind. He had it strapped to his belt, showing it to the guard.
âItâs honey wine. Still sealed.â
âSadly, Iâll have to confiscate that.â
He glances around.
âAfter, that should be it. Lars is in the courtyard, so we will go there. Itâs in front of the main court and the throne room. Any other questions?â
Wait.
If he refused to follow it, refused to sacrifice, refused to make pactsâŚ
They would not be a precursor of Mithrasâ will.
And he wanted to experience living as a human, not a puppet.
He raises the cerimonial knife, not able to perform the cut. It was the first nickname he ever received and the girl obeyed with faith all his commands. He couldnât change her life unwillingly like that.
Pardon me, devil, as I wonât.
He put the knife over the book, closing the box and hoping not to be heard anymore.
âI missread things and just noticed it nowâ
âThanks a whole lot!â
She looks at the sheathe⌠and slides her sword right in.
âDamn smooth! Iâll catcha later!â
âThen we shall go to the courtyard.â He says signalling for Andar to follow him.
âIâve no real skill for small talk, but why have you come here?â He says, walking.
Silence.
It is not that he did not want to speak, but Andar feels like if he says it at the moment, the captain might force him to return.
âItâs better to talk when everyone concerned is present. Repeating a speech⌠that, I do not like.â
âIn being freed, the book talked about getting moved from the watch of the paladinâ
He removed the blindfold from over your eyes
Vilhelm looks at the distance to see a man coming from behind Lars.
âSomeone is approachingâ He indicates, resting the teacup in the table.
@damafaud @Geyde @cheesyknives
After two days in the inward hell, Draco felt again a warm sensation at his lip, it being pushed over.
âStart to swallow or you will drown. You canât feel it nor taste itâ
@pokemonkidryan
As he tried to open his mouth to object the force caused some of⌠Whatever was being pushed, to enter his mouth. His body wasnât strong enough to fight, being starved of food and drink⌠Even sleeping was almost impossible, it was torture on the mind
It was a mixture between the two things she had found of somewhat feeding nature in the room: Some water that probably wasnât in good state and wheat that followed the rule.
âNow, what did you do to the man you have seen beforeâ
âWhat did I do? Nothing. He was preaching and I just listened. There was a knight nearby though, she may have lost her temper and killed himâ he said, looking towards the lady, he clearly didnât have the energy to lie. The nourishment was only enough to barely speak in a hushed whisper
âI may have returned later than I expected. The rituals couldnât help at your actual state. I pretty much know our seeker to be alive but missing. He would never depart without alert and his death isnât in the intent of Mithrasâ
You could feel her doing something around the base of your left hand.
Trying to think of how to question her without angering the gods he spoke again âMithras, your god. The voices returned to me louder than before, itâs like he knew I was struggling to keep going. Why would a non-cultist hear his voice? Iâve never understood it. The man said only those who truly have favour can hear. Itâs an honour and that I shouldnât resist itâ Draco was clearly confused, thinking that something must have happened, something that he couldnât explain. The BDâs code of conduct forbode hallucinations so why was this one present in an innocent person? He tried to work out what the lady was doing with his hand, a bit concerned