The City-State Of Vexil.
Zam the ex mercenary's eyebrows lift up in surprise when Helbe the elven thief says "The family of a former paymaster general of the Vexillian army hired them". In response to Lord Farque asking him "So who are this lot then?".
"To be exact, mercenaries hired by the family" says the young elven noble who hails from the island principality of Laerel, who continues with "They'd heard rumours that Mira was here in the city, and they wanted to find him".
The highly talented elven magic user briefly pauses before adding "Along with you and Dorc" the elven masterthief pauses again, this time a bit longer, before he says "He was the paymaster general when you and Dorc first met Mira during The Battle of Vexil".
Zam looks over at Mira Reinholt the mage who winces at hearing that from his fellow practitioner of magic the elven master assassin. While Dorc da Orc grunts then says "Huh?" followed by "Fucken when?".
"Karg arvga nük haäl argka tigal mak" says Lord Farque to the ork warleader, followed by "Magl néh nardil Mira cakl jãrk kaughin dgnac vava".
"Gakk mahga ganik nakl mük?" asks the large ork, who continues with "Nardil Mira somä haäl mak naugh?".
"Kaughin cakl jurke kaagly mük va kar" replies the undead warlord which causes the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world to laugh then says in common "Yeah, me fucken 'member now".
"You get that?" Lisell Maera the scout leader quietly asks Tamric Drubine the field commander who is standing alongside the scout Maera and Zam the ex mercenary.
"Something about how they first met Mira, and how the three of them robbed the paymaster general of the Vexillian army during the middle of The Battle of Vexil" quietly replies Tamric Drubine the field commander who Zam recalls, somewhat understands and speaks the ork language. Because he was practically raised by Dorc after the group found him when he was a child at the age of just seven years.
"Or something like that" adds the noble born field commander who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
"A lot of swearing there, so I could be wrong" continues field commander Drubine, who falls silent when the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque glances their way.
They're up in the second floor suite in The Merchant's Rest that the large heavily armoured deathlord is using.
And discussing the trio that Zam the ex mercenary and Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy came across yesterday morning.
"What did you do with them?" the deathlord of Farque asks the elven masterthief who is a member of his personal council, and his envoy.
"Sent them on their way" replies the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who continues with "They heard a rumour that Mira, along with you and Dorc are out of the city, and are somewhere away to the southwest".
"Members of the family, who want revenge for what you did to their father and uncle, have gone with them too" explains the elven master archer.
With a shake of his hooded head, Mira Reinholt the mage says "Can't blame me for that one" the once powerful mage continues in a wry tone of voice with "I clearly remember it was Dorc who chased him down and killed him".
"Me did?" asks the warleader of the ork race, who just happens to be a general in the Armies of Farque too.
"You did" says the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in The Southlands.
"He was a really fat guy" says the Vexillian mage in exile, who after a slight pause, dryly adds "You wanted his man hams".
After a moment hesitation as it's clear he's trying to remember, the ork weaponsmith bursts out into laughter, then says "Yeah me 'member that fat cunt".
Zam grimaces, as do a few others, when Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle to give him his full name, says "That fat fucker tasted good too".
Shaking her head at the antics of Dorc da Orc, Mira Reinholt the mage, and Lord Farque from over twenty five years ago, Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman says "How many others like that will pop up while we're here in the city".
The rotund woman who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who happens to inhabit the body of Malisse continues with "You and Dorc are quite memorable to say the least".
The rotund woman who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council, then says "And Mira is recognisable too" followed by "Even though it's been more than a quarter of a century since he was exiled during The Battle of Vexil".
The undead warlord who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, shrugs his broad heavily armoured shoulders, then says "It can't be helped".
The deathlord of Farque continues on with "We'll just have to fucking deal with it whenever it fucking happens".
Dorc da Orc grunts in agreement with that, while the mage Reinholt nods his hooded head, as he too is in agreement with what the lord of the death realm just said.
Then before anyone else can say anything else about it, the undead warlord looks at everyone and asks "Anything else?".
"Good" says the large heavily armoured deathlord giving no one the opportunity to bring anything else up.
Then the undead being who has an elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer, says to the elven princeling from Laerel "We'll meet you there".
The highly talented elven magic user nods his hooded head, then after glancing out of one of the windows, he disappears.
"Come along Zam" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who then adds "With us" as he heads to the door that leads to the hallway.
"Good luck" quietly says Lisell Maera the scout to the teenager from The City Of Ruins, who slightly winces before he hurries after Lord Farque, who is followed by Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman.
The ex mercenary catches up to them as they're heading downstairs to the common room of the inn they're staying in.
"My lord, about this" says Zam, who is cut off by the lord of the death realm "There's no else to do it" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who after a pause, adds "No one else actually wants to do it, so it's up to you".
As they make their way down into the common room, the lord of the death realm says to the youngest member of the group "Sorry".
The ex mercenary from The City Of Ruins refrains from smiling, but he does sourly smile as the undead warlord didn't in the least sound sorry at all.
In the common room waits sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is pacing back and forth, while Shur Kee the monk sits at a nearby table, keeping an eye on the noble born knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
"Ah verily" says a chuffed sounding sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who continues on with "We are off then?" followed by a "Wot".
"Yes" is the reply from the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, who then tells the former paladin "Come along then".
The four of them exit the common room, and pass the through the reception chamber, and make their way outside.
Once outside, where it's gloomy and overcast this morning, though not raining. They head out to the nearby street.
With Lord Farque and Malisse aka Zubutai Timaginson in the front. Followed by sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Zam the ex mercenary, who are walking side by side.
Without looking back, the undead warlord asks the Druvician nobleman "You found a suitable one then Percy?".
"Yes my lord" replies the large heavily armoured knight, who has a spring in his step this morning as they head east through the city.
"A pair in fact, wot" says the member of the Knights of Saint Mar'che, who follows that with "Fine steads, the both of them".
"We'll see about that" quietly and wryly says the rotund woman, who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to find himself inhabiting the woman known as Malisse.
"Shut up" mutters Lord Farque in the hordes dialect of the southern tundra, which causes the grinning Malisse to fall silent.
"If we get one of them this morning" says the lord of the death realm after they turn onto another street.
"Then you or your squire will have to care for it, no matter what" continues the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Zam winces, in fact he grimaces at hearing that from the undead warlord. Then the teenager from The City Of Ruins sighs, with good reason.
For he's been appointed squire for sir Percavelle Lé Dic in the upcoming spring tourney, being held here in the city of Vexil.
In fact, the youngest member of the group had no choice in the matter. Considering no one else wanted to do it, so he became Percy's squire by default.
And no matter how much pleading to Lord Farque he did, the ex mercenary still finds himself being the squire to the noble born knight who is originally from the kingdom of Druvic.
Even though Zam has absolutely no idea how to be a squire to anyone. Let alone a demanding knight such as the former earl of Le Dic.
The teenager from The City Of Ruins, who has been told by Tovis the war engineer, to keep giving sir Percavelle Lé Dic a lance during the lists, aka the joust.
Has also been told by the war engineer originally from the kingdom of Nastell, to make sure Percy is always armed during The Melee, or Le Grande Meleé.
Though that shouldn't be a problem, considering the former paladin who is a member of The Knights of Saint Mar'che, is absolutely bristling with weapons.
In fact, the only person who has more weapons amongst the group, is the noble born knight's bitter rival, Dorc da Orc. Who is basically a walking armory.
"Verily, thoust take the right up here, wot" states the large heavily armoured knight, who is a former earl from the southeast of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
"I know the way Percy" dryly says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, which causes the former paladin to clear his throat, before saying "Of course my lord".
And though the large heavily armoured knight tries to sound contrite, he comes off sounding pompous as usual.
It's not too long before they head down a quiet street, devoid of buildings, apart from one end. While there's what's essentially a field to one side along the street.
The buildings at the end are amongst the finest stables to be found in the city of Vexil. Where horses aren't just stabled, but also bought and sold.
Draugodrottin nods his full helmed head when sir Percavelle Lé Dic points out a couple of horses in two of the yards to the side of one of the stables.
Standing at the fence line, with an eager Percy beside him. Zam the ex mercenary studies the horses in question. Who have a yard each to themselves.
While Lord Farque and Malisse aka Zubutai Timaginson quietly discuss things in the hordes dialect of the southern tundra. While off to one side, stand the horse dealers, who are selling the mounts for their clients.
After the undead warlord waves over the two dealers for the horses that Percy is interested in, and asks then each a series of questions.
The lord and ruler turns to the former paladin and tells him "The roan". The member of the Knights of Saint Mar'che slightly frowns, then says "I the great sir Percavelle am more inclined to the white". Besides, he's of the opinion that horse matches his armour and cape better than the other one.
Des'tier shakes his full helmed head no, then says "The roan" then quietly he tells the former earl of Le Dic "It's been in battle, the white hasn't".
Percy grunts, then nods his head, as he knows it's best to have an experienced warhorse, over one that's just been trained, and never been in any type of combat at all.
"Very well then my lord" says the noble born knight , who follows that with "The roan it is then, wot".
"Since it's yours, pay the seller" says the deathlord of Farque, who continues with "It's a lot, even so it's a fair price" quietly followed by "Helbe's made sure they won't rip you off".
"Come along squire, let's get my new horse, wot" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic, while Zam the ex mercenary sighs as he follows the former paladin on this cloudy, and overcast spring morning here in the city of Vexil . . . . . .
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