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Post by MARKUS SEREN on Apr 6, 2011 21:24:59 GMT -6
"I bet you thought that went rather well..." Lord Herias of the West simpered as Markus stood.
Markus kept his mouth shut. Banter would just drag this out.
He was a royal knight now, and an equal to the lesser lords of the land. Markus held his tongue. Herias held power, and more than that he was in charge of the king's knights within the borders of Altin.
"I won't waste time. Our western forests are rife with vagabonds. A weak rabble, but numerous. They are waylaying travelers who take the roads and supplies that should be reaching Drummond Markets are finding their ways into the bellies of thieves. You are make for the forests and deal with them."
Markus looked to the lord for a moment then nodded.
"I'll take four men and horses and ride at once." Markus turned for the door.
"FOUR MEN!?" The lord shouted. "Are you mad?"
Markus paused. "Oh not at all. But even if this is a threat worthy of military might. You don't put your army to the board until you know how many pieces you actually need."
He left the lord with that, heading for the barracks.
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