“Hail travellers!” called one of those leading the party, one of the five heavily armoured warriors who were mounted. He wore a breastpte over his heavy , with a long cloak of bck, and even his great steed wore barding made of . At his side was a bde, and he wielded a long spear, which he rested over his shoulder. He pulled up his visor to reveal his face, with pale skin and dark hair, that of most of Aldnd. “How do you fare?”

  “Greetings,” Adam replied, walking up to meet him, while the other mounted warriors approached more slowly, but stood some ways behind. Jurot, Jaygak, Kitool, and Sir Vonda, stepped up, though remained behind the Half Elf. “Well enough.”

  “Not well enough to remove your helmet.”

  “It’s rather cold down here on the ground, so the helmet’s keeping me warm,” Adam replied, gng across the five heavily armoured warriors, each adorned in simir gear, though they wore different capes and cloaks and scarves.

  “You e your ck of a mount on your ck of respect.”

  “I don’t ck a mount, I just don’t o ride it to feel better than you,” Adam replied, still eyeing up the others behind him. They wore more simpler , some of them wearing thicker clothing uhe , others did not. Some wielded simple spears and shields, others wielded bdes and shields, and some even carried pikes in hand. Adam gnced back at his panions, realising he o equip them in pte mail, not just Jaygak, who was fortunate enough to receive one from the Duchess.

  “It seems you have a problem with us,” the stranger said.

  “Not all of you, just you.”

  “I’m ce, of the Bck Cloaks,” the man said. “Perhaps you’ve heard of us.”

  Adam looked back to Jurot. “My brother seems to know of you, but I’m afraid I ’t say I do. I’m Adam, from Fate’s Golden. You might have heard of us as the ones who killed Vandra a couple of years ago, or the ohat killed a Blue Dragon shortly after. If you haven’t heard of us through that, then perhaps you’ve heard that we retly pced iour, taking the top seven spots for ohe third spot for another, and then top two in another.”

  “Rather boastful, aren’t you?”

  “I’m just letting you know how this’ll end up when you fet your pce,” Adam retorted, inhaling deeply. “You sure have some guts for someone who isn’t at least a t, no, a Marquis.”

  “You’re out manned and out geared, so watch your tongue, before things get more troublesome.”

  “Out manned?” Adam looked back to his panions, and then back to the group. “How many Iyrmen you got?”

  “None.”

  “How many Greater Enhanced ons you got?” Adam asked.

  “…” ce looked back to his panions curiously, before turning his gaze back to Adam and the others. “None?”

  “Your definition of out manned and out geared is very different to mine,” Adam stated, casually. “How many of yours sling Fireballs?”

  “…”

  “How many of yours are from an order?”

  “One.”

  “Oh yeah?” Adam replied, more eagerly. “Which order?”

  “Order of the Thousand Hunts,” one of the mounted warriors said, pulling up cloak away from her breastpte to reveal the symbol on her chest, that of the order. Adam vaguely reised the bde and bow as the symbol of the Order of the Thousand Hunts.”

  “One of yours was iour wasn’t he?”

  “There were several, yes,” the woman replied.

  “I must have beaten one, but I feel like you guys did more,” Adam said, gng back to Jurot.

  “We beat Sir Gordan.”

  “Sir Gordan? Sir Gordan.” Adam tried to recall.

  “He was gifted First Ice,” Kitool said.

  “Oh! Oh yeah,” Adam almost shouted, stifling his ughter. “He borrowed First Id then got-,” Adam turo stare at the woman in the eye, “absolutely fug bodied, goddamn! It was so embarrassing. If I art of his order, who begged to borrow the prized possession of another order, only to lose that badly, even to an Iyrman, I wouldn’t show my face for at least the year in the nd. Easiest bet of my life, and I bet on Nobby here beating up a little farmer boy.”

  The woman’s face turned pletely red, while Sir Vonda stepped forward and pced a hand on his shoulder. “Adam, please stop aggravating the good Sir of the order.”

  “I’m not aggravating anyone, I’m just saying,” Adam replied, ily. “Anyhow, didn’t he also reach, what, fourth pce? I mean, losing to three Iyrmen back to back isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Didn’t I lose to three Iyrmen too? Granted, it was to all three of them at the same time, but still.”

  “If you don’t start trolling your boy, there might be bigger trouble,” ce said. “I was once a didate for the Order of Three Hundred Bdes.”

  “Didn’t… didn’t you beat up a didate for the Order of Three Hundred Bdes?” Adam asked, eyeing up his brother.

  “William, yes.”

  “Of the Thunder Riders?” ce asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You beat him?”

  “Beat him?” Adam said. “He beat William easier than I beat Vasera.” ‘And Sir Roseia and Sir Karra, but I feel like they wouldn’t believe that.’

  “Vasera?” ce looked back to his own panions.

  “The Golden Savages?” one from the rge group behind them called out.

  “That’s the one,” Adam replied. “Of course, I wasn’t allowed to beat Sir Roseia or Sir Karra, so I had to surrender once I beat them up a little.”

  “You talk too much,” ce stated, annoyed by all the boasting. He could believe the Iyrmen, sihey were Iyrmen, but this guy in puthral was no Iyrman. “It doesn’t matter how many Iyrmen you have, how many great people they’ve beaten, how many Greater Enhanced ons you have. You’re outnumbered, at least three to one.”

  “A fair fight,” came the response from the pair of brothers. ‘he pair thought.

  “It seems things have gooo far,” Sir Vonda said.

  “Just who do you think you are?” ce asked, not wanting to let go of his reason to fight yet.

  “I am Sir Voke, of the Order of Life’s Rose,” Sir Vonda replied.

  “Quite a cim,” ce replied, gring down at her.

  Sir Vonda removed her helmet, revealing her burn marks, and bowed her head to woman of the Thousand Hunts. “gratutions to your order, I’m sure you must be pleased that yrand Master is Paragon now.”

  “It is auspicious indeed,” the woman replied. “Sir Liana Redhill.”

  “I am sorry for your loss,” Sir Vonda replied. “I often prayed over the matter of the massacre.”

  “It was long ago now,” Sir Liana replied, dismounting from her horse. There was a look in her eye.

  Sir Vonda revealed her shield, with the symbol of her order painted across it. She began to it for a moment, before Sir Liana pced her hand against it, and prayed lightly. She did the same, ing her breastpte, before Sir Vonda pced her hand against it, and prayed lightly.

  Sir Liana couldn’t recall a Sir Voke of Life’s Rose, but it did make sehat someone from Eastke would join su order, sihey were side by side. However, sidering she khe name Redhill, and was generally ag as she should, she couldn’t really fault her logibsp;

  “Your panion is boastful.”

  “I have not heard him lie.”

  “Even if he does not lie, he sounds as though he does.”

  “The Iyrmen firm his words, for one is his brother.”

  “He’s a brother to an Iyrman?” Sir Liana asked, barely masking the surprise in her voibsp;

  “Adam is my brother,” Jurot firmed.

  Suddenly, the mood shifted in the air. At first it had been tense, and though it had slowly rexed with Sir Vonda and Sir Liana talking, it became tense and awkward again. It was ohing for Adam to be boastful, but it was ahing if he was an Iyrman’s brother and said all of those things.

  Sir Liana turned slightly, straightening up. Sir Vonda accepted the invitation, and the pair walked to one side, away from the keen ears of the Iyrmen, leaving the two groups in awkward silenbsp;

  “Do you know you have two Demons in your pany?” Sir Liana’s voice was ral, doing her best not to sound threatening.

  “I keep a watchful eye on them,” Sir Vonda replied, simply.

  Sir Liana slowly nodded her head, pausing to think. “You are still outnumbered three to one. I guarantee your lives, and perhaps the lives of the Iyrmen, but the others…”

  “If it should e to blows, I am uain of how many of you will die. I guarantee your life, and I believe Adam will…” Sir Vonda thought about how new some of the warriors looked, and how Adam could bst them with a Fireball and instantly kill them all. “You have seen the amulet on his neck.”

  “Do you really think yroup will win?”

  “The weakest of our members are Experts,” Sir Vonda replied, simply.

  Sir Liana remained silent, gng towards the group. She he attire of some of the group, the porters and the farmers, who may have wor gear, but were no doubt wearing the typical attire of those who were not adventurers, but porters and farmers first. “You are all at least Experts?”

  “I am certain of it,” Sir Vonda replied, looking to the group. “Those who join with us, the farmers, have been adventuring at areme pace, and have gohrough quite through several experiences which should have killed them, and some which did. Adam, too, had gohrough such experiences.”

  “How strong are you?”

  “I, too, am an Expert.”

  “You’re a Priest, not a Guardian?”

  “That is correct.”

  “…”

  Ohe pair returned, Sir Liana mounted her horse, and her horse slowly walked up to beside bsp;

  “Adam,” Sir Vonda called.

  “Yes, Sir Vonda?”

  “I have guaranteed Sir Liana’s life.”

  Adam smiled slightly. “Of course, Sir Vonda.”

  ce’s face remained ral as Sir Liana whispered something into his ears. His eyes fell across the ey of Fate’s Golden, all twenty three members. Then his eyes fell to Lucy, and Mara, before they finally fell to Umbra.

  He leaned in to whisper into the woman’s ear. “Are you sure?”

  “I won’t be the oing my life on it,” came the response, for all to hear.

  Our vilins are... rational?

  I don't like this.

  Blood for Baktu!